by Don Ship
MS PATRIOT: FINDING HER BLISS
(Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)
By
Don Ship
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PUBLISHED BY:
Rogue House Press
Copyright 2014 by Don Ship
Cover by Isikol
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author
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If you enjoyed this story, why not read others by Don?
Justice Girl: When the Tide Turns (a full novel)
Ms Patriot: Into the Labyrinth
Black Cat: Catfight
Platinum Angel: Silver Lining
If you enjoy this story, please check out other titles by Don Ship at the end of the ebook.
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Ms Patriot: Finding Her Bliss
(Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril)
“All work and no play,” Jennifer Jade muttered as she stepped out of her luxury car, handing the keys to the valet. “Ends today.”
Jennifer struck a sassy pose in the street, whiling looking Grimme City’s newest hotspot over with a critical eye. It was a flashy dance club. Most of the clientele were college kids, but the rich and famous of Grimme City liked it too. She’s heard so much about it, and all good.
After six solid months of heavy workloads during the day, at Jade Enterprises, and even more intense nights fighting for truth, justice, and the American way as Ms Patriot, she needed some “me time.” The best way she knew to expend all the built up stress and tension was to frantically dance the night away. Mindlessly play with anonymous young men, who pawed at her spectacular body that she never surrendered to them. Leave them all with blue balls, was her party mantra.
“Welcome to Party House, Ms Jade,” the doorman said, smiling brightly as he held the door open for her. “Enjoy your time with us.”
“I’m sure I will,” Jennifer said, noticing how his eyes raked her tall, shapely body, then came to rest on her massive boobs. She wore a very low cut, vibrant red mini-dress that hugged every dangerous curve of her spectacular body. The dress was so tight, so thin she couldn’t even wear underwear. No bra. No panties. There was just something dangerously naughty about going out commando, dressed in a super short skirt. She wore lots of sparkling diamonds and rubies on her ears, neck and wrists. Her five-inch Jimmy Choo strappy pumps (red of course) clacked on the sidewalk as she practically strutted through the door. Inside, she stopped and struck a provocative pose as she looked longingly at the crowded dance floor, full of young men and women dancing close, rubbing all over each other. “I’ve needed this for a long time.”
The sexy raven-maned billionaire businesswoman headed straight for the dance floor. She started dancing as she went, so was in full party mode by the time she reached it. Silky, waist length hair slinging, hips gyrating, and heavy tits sloshing, the gorgeous, blue-eyed super babe danced by herself, but with strangers, both male and female, inadvertently rubbing against her from all sides. It was heaven. For the next three hours Jennifer danced to every song, never leaving the dance floor. Dance partners came and went, but she remained.
Then a big, dangerously handsome stud found her. Jennifer locked her baby blues on his darker blue eyes, as she sensuously ran her tongue along her upper lip and gave him a smoldering hot come-hither look. He pressed up close as the song dictated a slow dance. Slow and sensual, their bodies pressed together, her tits rubbing his thick, muscular chest, her hips thrusting forward, sexily beating into his hips and groin. After a moment he grew emboldened by her daring advances, and his hands started caressing her sides with brief “accidental” touches on the side of her big bouncing breasts. Her full red lips curled into a mischievous smile as she noticed the bulge between his legs. So she pressed closer, rubbing her pubic mound against his big bulge, as her hands reached around and grabbed his butt.
“Oh baby,” he rasped out, barely heard through the loud, thumping music.
His hands rose up and around her, starting to stroke her back. So she raked her long nails not too gently down his back. When his hand rose higher, and buried themselves in her silky soft mane, caressing her sensitive scalp, Jennifer closed her eyes and groaned wantonly.
“Such a pretty boy,” she whispered hoarsely, realizing she was getting too aroused.
It had gone just about as far as she could handle. So Jennifer’s lips curled even more, before she bit her lower lip and started rubbing his bulge rather boldly. His eyes almost crossed he enjoyed her touch so much. He did gasp, and start to slowly thrust his hips as she stroked and squeezed his cock through his pants.
“Oh baby, let’s go find a private place to finish this,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m about to explode.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” she said, let go, stood up straight and turned on a tall stiletto heel. “Bye-bye.”
Jennifer pushed through the crowd for about ten feet. That’s when she stepped on the toes of another woman.
“Ouch! Watch where your stepping, you big-titted bimbo,” the leather clad beauty snapped, green eyes flashing.
Jennifer paused to apologize, but was caught by the woman’s beauty. She was tall, blonde and busty. Indeed, her body rivaled Jennifer’s. She surely had Valkyrie blood, as Jennifer did. The sexy billionaire wondered briefly if the blonde beauty was secretly a super heroine. But she was dressed up more like a dominatrix, in shiny black leather with pink piping and straps.
“Sorry,” Jennifer said. Someone bumped into Jennifer’s back, hard, and shoved her forward. To regain her balance, she instinctively stepped forward. And stepped on the beautiful blonde’s foot again. Stiletto heel right atop the big toe. “Oops!”
“Bitch!” she cried, and slapped Jennifer.
Baby blues flashing, Jennifer seized her wrist and twisted it up behind her back. Painfully hard, too. The dominatrix rose up on her tip-toes and gasped. Jennifer yanked her head back by her long, blonde hair and whispered in her ear.
“Leave me along. Bitch,” Jennifer said through clenched teeth. “I’m here for a good time, not to fight some two-bit whore in leather. Don’t mess with me, or I will dominate your sweet ass, girl.”
With that, Jennifer released her and moved away. Once she was out of sight of the obnoxious blonde in tight leather, she returned to her hedonistic night of dancing fun. She forgot the blonde, and every man she’d teased earlier. She had a new man in her sights, and wanted to give him a nice set of blue balls. She smiled evilly at the thought of the notorious pimp The Kidd aching from her getting him to the brink, and leaving him high and dry.
“I’m going to hurt you, Kidd,” she muttered to herself, baby blues narrowing.
The pimp wore his usual purple suit and bowler. He was tall, blonde, and had a rather unkempt mustache and goatee. He was the top “street” pimp in Grimme City’s most notorious red light district, called Sugar Town.
Jennifer danced t
oward him, pretending she didn’t notice him there dancing with three scantily clad hookers. He obviously noticed her, though. He couldn’t take his eye off of her.
“Jennifer Jade, out slumming,” Kidd said when she reached him.
“What? Oh! The Kidd,” she said, acting surprised. She never stopped dancing. Indeed, her dance became slower, sexier, more provocative. “I can’t believe you took a night off from the exploiting women business.”
“And you took the night off from plotting Sugar Town’s demise with your holier-than-thou super heroines friends,” he said, grinning lecherously down her deep cleavage. She noticed the bulge in his pants. It didn’t take much to arouse the pimp’s ardor. And Jennifer had a lot to offer, so knew she already had him wrapped around her little finger. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wearing so little. So sexy. So…oohh.”
“Thank you. High praise, I’m sure,” Jennifer said, gracing him with a come-hither look to rock his cock and balls. Kidd forgot who and what she was, and pressed up close and danced. Jennifer didn’t back away in the least. She rubbed her voluptuous body against his long and lean body, savoring the fact she was driving him to the heights of pleasure. After several minutes the song ended, and everyone stopped dancing. She noticed then the three hookers (blonde, brunette, and redhead) were in a semi-circle behind her. Kidd completed the circle. “Oooh, how naughty. You and your hookers have me surrounded.”
“Yeah, you’re the meat in a hooker and pimp sandwich,” the brunette said, dark eyes fierce in her arousal. “Are you scared?”
“No. This is my one night out, so I don’t care about anything but partying like a rock star,” Jennifer said. She reached over and cupped Kidd’s bulging cock, squeezing it through his pants. The eyes on all three hookers went wide, as Kidd gasped and groaned. “So I can be as naughty as I want, baby.”
As Ms Patriot she knew all three of the hookers. Brandi Brentwood was the brunette, twenty-six and working on her Masters in Business Administration. The redhead was Tiffany Linberg, a nineteen year old runaway from the West Coast. And blonde and bubbly Cashmere was an ex-stripper turned hooker.
Another song started and all five of them began to dance again. Kidd was almost there. She knew he’d be hurting mightily after that song, after she rubbed herself all over him, letting him touch and caress her body, and then she would leave him high and dry. Aching with need for her. But instead the three hookers surrounded her, and started running their hands all over her sexy body.
Three sets of large, silicone tits pressed into her. Brandi fondled her butt, while Tiffany stroked her long, black hair and Cashmere rubbed her tits back and forth against Jennifer’s tits. She was about to shove them all away, when she noticed just how aroused Kidd suddenly became. He was panting. So she locked eyes with him, with a sultry smile, and let the hookers have their fun.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” the blonde said. She lightly kissed Jennifer on the corner of her mouth. Kidd actually gasped. So Jennifer tilted her head, and offered up her full red lips to the blonde. She eagerly accepted the offer, and their lips slipped and glided sensuously all over each other, tongues darting in and out of their mouths, teasing and taunting in a sexy tongue tango. “Mmmmmmmmm.”
Tiffany began to fondle her boobs, while Brandi’s right hand slipped slowly around her hip, and toward her pubic mound. Just as that hand reached the Promised Land, Jennifer reached down and pulled it away. Kidd looked disappointed, but still highly aroused.
“Oh God. This is too much,” Kidd croaked out, grabbing his bulge and starting to look desperate. “Maybe we can continue this party in privacy somewhere?”
“Are you about to blow?” Jennifer said, grinning.
“Yes.”
“Good. Bye-bye,” she said in a taunting tone. Jennifer pushed the startled hookers away, and turned on a heel. Looking over her shoulder at Kidd, with a satisfied look, she said, “Enjoy your blue balls.”
“That’s cruel,” the blonde dominatrix from earlier said. Jennifer’s head snapped round, to stare at the beautiful blonde. Before what the blonde was doing registered in the sexy businesswoman’s mind, the dominatrix snapped a capsule under her nose. “Not so cruel now, hey Jennifer Jade?”
“Oh! Oooooh,” Jennifer gasped, then groaned out. The heady scent of roses filled her nostrils. A familiar scent. A very scary scent. The scent of the most powerful aphrodisiac known – Bliss. A second later, a monster climax slammed into her shapely body, ripping out a cry of pure pleasure as she clutched at her lower belly and bent over. “Aggh. Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee.”
The beautiful billionaire felt her mind slipping away, and she desperately tried to reclaim control. Getting dosed with Bliss while standing between a pimp and a dominatrix was never good. Unfortunately, women like Jennifer, descended of the Valkyrie, were highly susceptible to drugs, especially aphrodisiacs like the different kinds of Bliss. And that dose of Bliss had her belly quaking, mind reeling, and turned her insides to liquid fire.
“What did you do to her, Lady Layla?” Cashmere said, reaching out to stroke Jennifer’s silky black hair.
The statuesque beauty gasped and moaned sensuously at the feel of that hand. Her libido exploded, her sex throbbed with desperate need, and she felt another glorious climax rising up to overwhelm her again.
“Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!” Jennifer cried, back arched and head thrown back. “Oh Goddess…the glory of it all. Oooooooooh.”
“I’m afraid the haughty Ms Jade has shown her true colors. She’s a bliss whore,” Lady Layla said, cupping Jennifer’s chin and looking at the beatific look on her face. “I think Jennifer is more than ready to please, Kidd. Bon appétit!”
Lady Layla leaned in and kissed Jennifer’s glossy red lips. Jennifer turned hungry baby blues on the beautiful dominatrix.
Lady Layla stepped back and lifted a fist-sized video recorder, and then started to record as Tiffany, Cashmere, and Brandi guided a trembling Jennifer over to Kidd, who immediately pulled her into his arms for a deep, passionate kiss.
Jennifer offered no resistance. Indeed, she clutched at him desperately, one long, shapely leg thrown around Kidd possessively.
“Mmmmmmm,” Jennifer groaned into that kiss, beginning to rub her aching cunt against Kidd’s big bulge. Her deepest subconscious cried out in horror, but the rest of her mind and her body pressed against the hated pimp. She needed him, wanted him, craved his touch and his…”Oh Goddess, Kidd. Please. Fuck me. Quickly. I can’t stand it anymore.”
“You’re wish is my command, sweetmeat,” Kidd said, chuckling. “You don’t mind doing it in front of everyone, right?”
“Anything you want, Kidd,” Jennifer panted out.
Kidd picked her up in his arms, and pushed through the dancers. He stopped at the first table at the edge of the dance floor. There were three college aged girls sitting there, but they left when Kidd arrived and pulled out his monster cock. He sat down, and Jennifer straddled his lap.
“Hey, Jennifer’s going commando,” he said, rubbing her sopping wet pussy. “Man, you really are hot to trot tonight.”
“Very hot,” Jennifer said, and kissed him. With his hands on her well-rounded hips, Jennifer impaled herself on his erect dick. It was big and thick, and spread her vagina very wide. “Ooooooh. So big. So good…oooooohhhhhh.”
“Oh man , oh man, you are one tight ho,” Kidd groaned out. “But not for long. I’m going to stretch your cunt and ass out real good.”
“Ooooh, Goddess. So…so…so good.” Jennifer started bouncing up and down, going a little further down his shaft each time. Before long the full length of him as deep inside the vivacious vixen. Back arched, hands in her hair, Jennifer rolled her head way back and bounced. “Yeeoooowww! Yes! Yes! Oh Kidd, you are the best!”
Cashmere unzipped Jennifer’s dress, and pulled it up over her head. Once the dress was gone, Jennifer was left fucking the notorious pimp in nothing but jewelry and heels. Though everyone was
caught up in watching Jennifer, Lady Layla was busy moving around to get the best shots of Jennifer’s naughty little tryst.
“Kiss me,” Kidd cried. Jennifer obeyed, and the tall, lanky pimp immediately shot his wad deep inside the sexy, raven-maned beauty.
“Aaaaagggghhhhh!” Jennifer cried, climaxing at the feel of jizz filling her up. “Oh, Goddess, it is glorious!”
“Yes it is, Jennifer,” Kidd said, panting. Then he grinned evilly. “Get on your knees, and lick my cock and balls clean, ho.”
“Anything you say, Kidd.”
“I like your new attitude, Jennifer.”
Jennifer pulled herself off his still hard cock, knelt between his knees and wrapped a perfectly manicured hand around the base of his thick shaft. She noticed Lady Layla filming her, so swept her long, glossy black hair to the right so she’d have an unobstructed view. Then Jennifer started licking that long, fat cock from base to head, and back down. She licked all of hers and Kidd’s cum off, then went to work sucking, licking and nibbling his hairy, sweaty balls.
“For a hundred bucks someone can fuck her from behind while she sucks me off,” Kidd said.
“Never off-duty as a pimp, hey Kidd,” Cashmere said, grinning.
“Never.”
“Me first,” a young frat boy called, producing the one hundred dollars before anyone else.
“Ms Jennifer Jade turns her first trick for her new pimp, The Kidd,” Lady Layla said, picked up by the video camera’s microphone. She recorded the frat boy dropping his pants, kneeling behind the legendary billionaire do-gooder and political busy-body, and then thrust his cock deep into her vulnerable cunt. Jennifer started panting through her nose as she wrapped her full red lips around Kidd’s cockhead, and started giving intense head. “And she didn’t even bat an eyelash. How perfect.”
“What did you expect?” Kidd said with a strained voice. “Damn, she’s good. Amazingly good. But, back to topic. Jennifer’s been a cock-starved bimbo all her life. Her cock-hunger is overwhelming her. She’ll make the best hooker ever!”
