An Unusual Debt Settlement

“Oh Jason, the PM will love these.” Carol drooled over the pictures that would compliment her story. “You make things come alive on paper.” She then placed the prints and slides in her portfolio. “What's your next project?”

The tall lanky photographer grimaced. “Peter has me lined up to do a photo essay on some bimbo crime fighter.” He peered out the window at the traffic on the Thames. “I really don't want to do it, but he said I could go to Afghanistan and do a piece on the war, if I did this for him.” He walked the cute little magazine writer to the door. “She probably looks like Arnold, with muscles out to here, and a face that would scare Freddy.”

“It'll give you a chance to do something different.” Carol smiled as Jason walked her to the door, but when he opened it, a woman stood in the hallway about to knock.

“Excuse me, is this Jason Cartright's studio?” She was about six feet tall with long curly brunette hair, and wore a skin tight scarlet colored one piece swim suit. Her red high heels made her seem even taller, and enhanced the curves in those two long lovely legs. “Peter sent me over to discuss the article on crime fighting.”

Carol looked over at Jason, who was entranced by the beauty in the red costume. “You don't seem very scared.” She then left the two standing there silently staring at one another.

“Should I come in?” The woman in red asked.

“Oh yes, yes please come in.” The young photographer already posed the beautiful woman in his mind, as he ushered her into the studio, and offered her a seat on the sofa. “Can I get you something...coffee, tea, or...” He desperately wanted to say me, but just let the comment fade. “She's awesome.” His eyes scanned her body up and down, up and down.

“Do you know what type of pictures you want?” She crossed her legs and leaned back, accentuating the large round mounds that stretched the swim suit to its limit.

Jason put ice cubes in two glasses and when he poured the tea, it missed the glass, spilling onto the counter. “Ooops.” He couldn't keep his eyes off the startling gorgeous creature that now adorned his couch. “First I want some full figure shots, then close up facials, and then some posed action shots.” He gave her the glass of ice tea, and then sat on the stool in front of the easel. “I'll need to follow you on one of your cases.”

“Well let's get started. I don't have a lot of time.” She placed the glass on a table and stood, showing her fabulous figure to its utmost.

As Jason started to set up the cameras, the phone rang. “Hello?” He answered, thinking it was probably Peter checking to see if the woman arrived.

“Hello buddy.” A familiar unwanted voice spoke to him. “Where's my money?”

The photographer's attention was suddenly diverted from the beautiful Superheroine to the menacing voice on the phone. “I'm going to have it soon.”

“Soon is not good enough, I want it by midnight, or else.” The man knew that Jason was aware of the consequences, and simply hung up.

“You look worried, is there something wrong?” Brittany Lass noticed Jason staring into space.

He continued staring for a long moment and then replied. “No, I'm fine. Just a little problem.” Jason asked the costumed heroine to step up on the small stage, put her hands on her hips, and spread her legs apart. After taking a few pictures he gave some new instructions. “Flip your head so the hair falls naturally on your shoulders” The more poses she took, the more he became completely enthralled by her magnificent sexy shape. After several hours, taking shot after shot, Jason finally called for a break. “How about something to drink?”

“I could use some more of that tea.” Brittany Lass sat on the sofa and once again crossed her long legs. “how much longer?” She asked.

“We're finished in the studio. I need to follow you on one of your cases.” Jason handed her the glass.

“That will be difficult, since I go out on a moments notice.” She gulped down the refreshing liquid. “I could get a call from the Foundation any minute.” Her hand became unsteady. “ This photo posing is more streshful than I eshpected.” She then mopped her brow. “ Ish gettin warm in here.”

Jason watched the effect of the drug he placed in her tea. “Yes, it does get warm from the lights. Finish your tea, and I'll get some more.”

Brittany Lass put the glass to her lips, letting some of the tea dribble out and run down her chin. “Ohh..clumshy of meee.” Her hand dropped to the sofa spilling out the remaining contents, as the glass rolled off onto the floor. “Wassh..happenin?” The beautiful Superheroine tried to lift herself up, but her legs had become too weak, so she fell back onto the arm of the sofa, with those large deep blue eyes staring up at the ceiling. “Whyyyyyyyy...?”

“I need the money, and perhaps Blaster will accept you as payment.” Jason took pictures of the whole event.

Brittany used all her strength to roll sideways, and then slipped to the floor, moaning. “Pleeezze..don..dooo..thish..uhhhhh.” Her glazed pupils rolled backwards to be hidden by her drooping eyelids. “Helllppp...meeeeee.” Were the last words the heroine uttered as she fell limp and unconscious on the soft carpet.

“Now to tie you up.” Jason obtained a length hemp rope to bind her wrists and another piece to tie her ankles together. He then went to work posing the bound and unconscious heroine, by placing her in a chair, and then laying her limp body on the sofa. “I really need some of you awake and alert.” After an hour of taking pictures of the helpless woman, she began to stir.

“Ohhhh..wha..happened?” Brittany tried to move, but found herself restricted by the ropes. “Why are you doing this.” She asked the photographer, who was busy snapping pictures from across the room.

“This is just part of the shoot. I need some peril pictures.” Jason lied.

It took merely a few moments for Brittany to recover her strength, and snap the wrist restraints. “You should have asked first.” She then freed her ankles. “I think the session is over.” Turning to exit the loft apartment, the heroine didn't notice Jason pick up the piece of wood left from a broken kitchen chair.

“I'm sorry, but the session isn't over until I say it is.” He swung the wood at the back of Brittany's head just as she was about to look back. Her head tilted backwards as she raised her hands and stumbled forward to slam her cheek against the door.

“UNNNNNN!” Brittany Lass was stunned but not out. She remained motionless as if stuck to the wood, and then the heroine turned to face her attacker.

Jason was surprised that the blow hadn't finished her off, but he noticed those deep blue eyes were crossed, and her legs shook, moving towards him. He thrust the wood into her mid section, bending her over, then swung another wicked blow to the back of her head.

“UUGGHHHH!!” Her body twisted to the side, when she tumbled forward, causing the ko'd heroine to land on her shoulder, then sprawl onto her side. A low groan emanated from the defeated Brittany, and her body slowly stretched out on the carpet rolling onto her back.

“Wish I had gotten that on film.” Jason looked down at the unconscious beauty. “How am I going to keep you under control?” He went to the phone to call the one person he trusted. “Hello Pearl. I need your help.”

A half hour later Pearl entered the loft. “Here's what you ordered. Where's the package?” She looked around to spot Brittany lying in the corner. “Hey, do you know who that is?”

“She's some kind of Super heroine that I was supposed to photograph for a magazine story on crime. Did you have any trouble?” Jason took out the small brown bottle along with a package of dust masks.

“Nah, the kid at the pharmacy owed me a big favor.” Pearl went over to where Brittany was lying. “Better hurry, I think she's coming around.”

Jason soaked one of the dust masks, and then attached it over the still unconscious heroine's nose and mouth. Suddenly the woman snapped her wrist restraints once again and grabbed Jason's arm as she rose to her feet. Brittany hadn't noticed the dust mask, so took a deep breath before asking Jason some pertinent questions. “OH NOOO!” As soon as the pungent odor stung her nostrils, the heroine realized she had made a horrible irreversible mistake. “Whyyyy...?” She ripped away the mask, but knew it was too late as her mind became addled, her vision blurred, and her legs turned to jelly. “This..can't be happening.” She lay there on the carpet, breathing in the residue of chloroform under her nose, and waiting for the impending darkness. Her only question now was whether she would ever wake up.

It was nearly midnight when Pearl and Jason watched the big black limo drive away with Brittany Lass in the back seat. “I'm glad he accepted her as payment for my debt.” Jason gave a sigh of relief.


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