Greenmatter: Revenge of the Maeville Ghost

by Daniel North

  A black car pulled up to the front entrance. A blocky man stuffed into a white pollo-shirt and shorts, stepped out of the passenger door. He was the very cliché of a mobster, with a thick gold chain around his neck, heavy rings, and more arm hair than I could ever like on a man. When he approached the door, a man dressed in a black suit that look like he was kidnapped from the secret service, opened the door for the mobster.

  I got a glimpse inside before the guard closed the door. The moment the mobster walked through the door, two busty women in skimpy bikinis fell in stride with him, caressing his cheek and chest, while entwinning their arm with his.

  I frowned. I’m really hoping that’s not the dress code for the women. I continued watching in hopes that I could see more conservatively dressed women. Although, every time a member went inside, one or two busty women in bikinis attached themselves to the men and escorted them in.

  “Looks like I needed a bikini,” I muttered.

  I saw enough and quickly sprinted over to a side door of the building before someone saw me. Trying the door handle, I found it to be locked; No guard was stationed here, so that was to be expected. I looked at my now, green-camo athletic wear and sighed before beginning the process of disassembling it.

  Focusing on my athletic wear, I unraveled the fibers of the material so that they shed off me and hovered in a loose ball in front of me, leaving me butt naked outside the door. The material was mostly nylon and spandex already, so it didn’t take much fixing to make it into something more suitable for swimwear. I formed the fabric into a two-piece thong bikini with a choker strap, then coloured the material baby blue. Next, I rebuilt my shoes into a pair of sandal heels.

  I put the bikini and heels on, then looked at the bug Detective Harris game me in my hand. I needed to put this somewhere where it wouldn’t draw attention.

  The bug was a little circle microphone the size of a dollar.

  I looked between my cleavage and found a spot for the mic. I redid my bikini one more time, this time incorporating the mic on the strap between my breasts. Then for good measure, I added some bling by putting a gold ring around the mic. The best hiding places are always under everyone’s noses, in this case, literally.

  Looking to the door, I flicked my finger, willing the mechanism to snap open, then walked in.

  I was in a hallway with several rooms on both sides. Each room had a black sensor pad beside it. I stuck out my arm before one of the pads and was rewarded with a beep and click of the door unlocking. Good my pass seems to work. Opening the door, I checked to find that it was a modest bedroom. This place wasn’t a hotel, so I could guess what the purpose of the room was in a gentlemen’s club. Opposite the door, was a window overlooking a crystal blue swimming pool with several men and woman suntanning around it. A few people were swimming, but most seemed to stay out of the water. Woman in heels and bikinis walked around the pool serving people drinks.

  Closing the door, I continued down the hall, which bent to the left at the end.

  I tensed at the sudden sound of a woman giggling and a man laughing. I considered bolting to the opposite end of the hall, but decided that would be suspicious, so I kept walking forward.

  At the end of the hall, the hairy mobster I saw enter the building before, came around the corner carrying a woman over his shoulder. She was naked, and so was he, except for the white boxers, which seemed to be straining against his modest erection.

  I raised my eyebrows. If I thought this guy’s arms were hairy, his chest looked like someone comically glued a carpet over his torso.

  I continued to walk towards the end of the hall and averted my eyes when he saw me. I almost got passed by him, but suddenly his fingers wrap around my wrist and then pull me around to face him. My blood went cold. How could he possibly know that I was an intruder already?

  “Didn’t see you on my way in,” the man said with a smile. His eyes ran over my body, starting at my breasts, then my stomach, and finally on my crotch. “I thought I knew all the girls here by now, but it looks like Ethan was keeping the fresh stock in the back,” he said.

  Fresh stock? Talk about a degrading means of referring to women.

  I was about to reply, but gasped when the man let go of my wrist, grabbed the waist of my bikini, and stretched the material to reveal my pussy. I blinked.

  “Shaved, I like that.” The man said, then tilted his head up and leaned towards me to get a closer look. He let out a satisfied rumble and said, “And tight by the looks, too.”

  He did not just- No-one would dare. “You-,” I began but gasped again, as the man let go of my bottoms, causing the material to snap back against my sex. I flinched from the impact and I felt my cheeks warm.

  “Your new here, but I’ll fill you in quick. I’m one of Ethan’s most loyal and highest paying costumers. If I say I want a girl, doesn’t matter if she’s already taken, I get her,” the man said, then stepped towards me. “Today, you’re with me, and if you want to stay on Ethan’s good side, I suggest you make sure I’m thoroughly entertained,” he continued.

  The man reached for my wrist, but I pulled it away. He rolled his eyes and reached for my wrist again, this time catching it. He pulled my hand to his crotch, which I resisted, but he was a bear of a man and easily forced my palm against the hard shaft pressing against his boxers. It was… big.

  The man looked to the girl on his shoulder and said, “Tiffany already got me hard, your job will be to finish what she started.”

  “You can’t mean,” I stammered.

  “Oh, I mean,” said the man with a chuckle. He put down Tiffany from his shoulder and grabbed my hips, pulling me against him. His erection was pushed up against my crotch through his thin boxers, and I was suddenly very aware of the heat radiating from it.

  Tiffany walked behind me and placed her fingers on my shoulders, then sensually slid them down my arms. I shuddered and bit my lip at the sensation.

  “I really need to be moving on,” I gasped as Tiffany’s gentle fingers traced their way down my sensitive flanks.

  “Yes, she’s right. You know the rules Mister Byrne, not in hallways,” Tiffany said behind me, then took my hand and pulled me away from Mister Byrne.

  Mister Byrne quietly growled in the back of his throat but moved to follow us.

  Tiffany led me to one of the rooms, opening it with a bracelet identical to my own, and led me inside.

  How the hell was I going to get out of this?

  Mister Byrne followed us in and closed the door behind us. “Alright, girl. As much as I enjoy looking at you in that outfit, I think it’s due time I got a better look,” He said, looking at me expectantly.

  I averted my eyes to the floor, rapidly trying to think of an excuse that would let me escape these two.

  I hadn’t seen her move, but suddenly I felt Tiffany pull at the fastenings of my bikini.

  My eyes went wide with horror. “Wait,” I began, but with another quick tug, Tiffany untied my bikini top. I quickly put my hands over my breasts to stop the garment from falling away from me.

  “Aren’t you just a tease?” Mister Byrne asked rhetorically. He chuckled and said, “Ethan knows how to pick his women, I could get used to this shy act.” He looked to Tiffany and ordered, “Go get me some snow, I don’t want to get tired before I’m finished.”

  “Of course, Mister Byrne.” Tiffany said and quickly left the room.

  I looked up at Mister Byrne, my hands holding my bikini to my breasts. He started to walk towards me with a grin on his face. “I really can’t stay here; I have to see Mr. Craft. He-he’s expecting me. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for keeping me,” I stammered, hoping the lie would get me out of here.

  “Don’t you worry your little heart. Like I said, I’m Ethan’s favourite customer. If I want you all to myself, he’s sure to be understanding. You might even get a bonus if I tell him how great of a fuck you were,” Mister Byrne said, continuing to walk towards me. He then put his hands on my wris
ts. “Now, the only think you can do wrong here, is make me unhappy. So, let’s put our hands down so I can see those tits,” He continued.

  I looked away, as Mister Byrne slowly pulled my hands away from my chest, allowing my bikini top to fall to the floor. I began to tremble as shame started to fill my body.

  “Fucking hell, those are real.” Mister Byrne said in astonishment. He let go of my wrists and put his hands on my breasts and started to knead and massage them.

  I hissed as Mister Byrne pinched my nipple. I didn’t like to admit it, but I could feel my nipples hardening in response to his touch. I couldn’t look at him, I just starred at the bed and contemplated the contempt I began having for Detective Harris for putting me in this situation.

  Mister Byrne began to breath heavier with his excitement and finally let go of my breasts. He grabbed my arm and turned me to a table in the corner of the room.

  “Hands on the table,” Mister Byrne said.

  I closed my eyes and clenched my fists as I walked to the table and put my hands on it, my ass sticking out to Byrne. A moment later, I felt his hand squeeze my ass cheek, testing how supple it was. He then moved on to placing his fingers under the crease of my ass and flicked up, causing it to jiggle. After apparently being satisfied with how great my ass was, his hand retreated.

  I let out of yelp of pain and surprise as Mister Byrne’s had came down on my ass hard with his open palm. In this small room, it sounded like a whip breaking the sound barrier.

  “I’ve never seen an ass move like that. It’s just so fucking tight,” Mister Byrne called out, before spanking me again.

  “Ahhh!” I screamed. Byrne second spank was far harder than the last, the impact made my hands slip forward on the smooth table. My arms Splayed out and I fell into the table, my breasts pillowing underneath me.

  Byrne continued spanking my ass, each impact just as hard as the last, and every time a small cry escaped my lips. My breathing was becoming ragged and I could feel the onset of tears welling in my eyes. How did this happen? Was getting a bug into Ethan Craft’s meeting worth… this?

  I tensed in anticipation of the next spank, but it never came. Byrne was breathing hard behind me.

  “Where’s that bitch with my snow?” he asked, his voice directed in the door’s direction. “Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer,” he said, then I felt his fingers slip underneath my bikini bottoms and tug.

  Please no.

  My bottoms were pulled down to my knees, leaving my ass spread out before Byrne. I gasped as I felt his finger brush over my sex, my body betraying me as I could feel how slick I was under his finger. I couldn’t help it, I was wet. Byrne’s finger moved down my pussy and continued up to my asshole, spreading my moisture along with it.

  The door to the room opened.

  I looked back to see Tiffany surveying the scene with an expression of discomfort. She was carrying a pile of clothes, that looked to be what Byrne was wearing before.

  Byrne looked back too and asked, “Thank god girl, did you bring my snow?”, then added, “I can’t stall any longer. I need to fuck her now.”

  Tiffany frowned and said, “I’m sorry Mister Byrne, but Ethan said no. He said that your supposed to be in a meeting right now.”

  “Damn it. I thought I still had time,” Byrne said with frustration.

  Apologetically, Tiffany said, “Sorry sir, Ethan’s holding the meeting for you as we speak.”

  “Fine, I’m coming, but I’m taking her with me. I don’t want any of the lower tier members getting her while I’m gone,” Byrne said, then turned to walk to Tiffany.

  I started to push myself from the table, wincing at the burning pain emanating from my tender ass.

  “That would be unconventional, it’s a private meeting,” said Tiffany.

  I pulled my bikini bottoms back up and strode over to my top.

  “I don’t give a fuck. If I’m sitting through his meeting with blue balls, the least Ethan can do is make sure one of his girls is massaging them,” Byrne said heatedly.

  I retrieved my top and began tying it back on, while suppressing the bit of bile that came into my mouth at the thought of massaging Byrne’s balls. I tried my best to mask it from my face, but I was angry and humiliated. The only thing keeping me from beating the hell out of Byrne was the fact that he was now my only way into that meeting.

  Byrne put on his polo shirt and shorts again, while Tiffany and I watched. When he finished, Tiffany led him out of the room, and he motioned me to follow.

  Chapter 4

  We walked down the hall and into the pool area.

  The pool area seemed to be in the centre of the building, with an open ceiling allowing today’s hot sun to bare down on the men and women suntanning. There was a bar themed as a grass hut, with a bartender mixing a mojito behind the counter. I gave another glance at the women suntanning and noticed that some of them didn’t wear bracelets. Perhaps, the lack of bracelet signalled that they were off duty, or maybe just guests.

  If I had known that going without the bracelet was an option, I would have left it outside. Instead, I was claimed and abused by the hairiest man in the building.

  We continued passed the pool and down a staircase. After the stairs, we went down a hallway approaching a glass walled boardroom at the end of the hall.

  Through the boardroom, I could see that the window framing the other wall, had an overview of the lake. I was certain we were subterranean right now, so the window must have been placed into the very rock of the cliff. Around the massive table in the room were about thirty men and a few women. Everyone in the room was facing a short man in a bloodred business suit, which I assumed to be Ethan Craft.

  We entered the boardroom.

  “Ah, Jack you made it. Thank you for finding him, Tiffany,” Said Craft, pleasantly.

  Tiffany nodded and replied, “Of course. Will that be all?”

  “Yes, thank you,” Craft said.

  Tiffany walked out of the board room and left Byrne and I to find a seat at the end of the table. There was only one seat left, so Byrne had me sit on his lap. I could feel his erection press against my leg almost immediately.

  Honestly, how long can this guy maintain an erection?

  “Why the hell does he get to bring a girl in here?” asked one of the men at the table.

  Craft pursed his lips, but calmly said, “Mister Byrne has been a loyal and regular attending member of this club since its establishment, which in turn, grants him a number of… special privileges.”

  Byrne made a mocking smile to the man, while reaching under the table.

  I tensed at the sensation of Byrne squeezing and massaging my bare thigh.

  The other man frowned but didn’t argue. Although, Byrne seemed to be making him more frustrated, by being blatantly obvious as to what he was doing under the table.

  To ignore Byrne’s touching, I began looking around the room, trying to recognize or mesmerize some of the faces for later. My presence here represented a unique opportunity. That opportunity being, almost every anonymous villain in the criminal underworld sat around this table. My gaze eventually fell upon a scarred face I recognized, Harvie Belter, the Maeville Ghost.

  Harvie Belter was one of the most successful thieves in Maeville’s history. He had a track record of being able to rob any bank in under a few minutes, without so much as a trace for the police to follow. He was smart, organized, and cunning. Granted, I still beat him easily. I managed to capture him two weeks ago, during the robbery of the Maeville Municipal Bank. Detective Harris had a hunch the Maeville Ghost would strike there next, but the police department had no evidence to support Harris’s hunch and denied him permission to have a team stakeout the building. Annoyed with his department’s red tape, Harris called me.

  It didn’t make sense though, Harvie Belter should have been in prison by now, not sitting at a meeting for villains anonymous. As far as I know, the justice system isn’t that corrupt, was it?

  Ha
rvie’s eyes flicked to me as I studied him, then his brow rose inquisitively.

  I averted my eyes and went back to looking at the other faces, hoping Harvie wound go back to not noticing me. I was unsuccessful. In the peripheral of my vision, I could still see Harvie studying me.

  “Now that we’re all here, let’s get down to business,” Craft said at the front of the room.

  I took that as my cue to activate the microphone on my bikini. It would have been obvious having to flick it on by touching it, but luckily for me I could just manipulate it with a stubble flex of my hand under the table. Sometimes I wonder how humans in this dimension do anything without matter manipulation.

  Craft clicked a remote in his hand and a projector screen descended from the ceiling. “For the past few months, our operations have been disrupted by an enemy the media likes to call, Green Stuff,” Craft continued.

  That was a misprint in one newspaper column over a month ago. It’s Greenmatter!

  “If I may, Ethan. She actually goes by Greenmatter,” Harvie said.

  Thank you Harvie, but I’m still mad at you for not being in prison right now.

  Craft gave an annoyed look to Harvie while the projector flicked to an image of me in my Greenmatter costume. The picture was taken by a cellphone camera and was a rear view of me raising the concrete sidewalk around a thug to restrain him.

  “Regardless, of what she calls herself, this Greenmatter has been disrupting a number of increasingly key operations,” Craft said then held an arm out to Harvie and continued, “Most recently, she apprehended poor Harvie here during one of his famous robberies. Correctly me if I’m wrong Harvie, but I believe the police report said that she glued you to the floor, requiring to police to cut you from you’re your clothes when they arrived. I would assume that to be a rather embarrassing experience, seeing that the police walked you out the front door in your underwear next.”