by J K Waylon
"Now I am Ms Justice."
Most heroines thought the change from civilian to heroine happened when they put on their Object of Power. But since Kelly wore her Object 24/7, as her wedding band, she considered masking to be the changeover to Ms Justice.
That was followed by a pair of bright blue, star-spangled shorts. She carefully stepped into them, not wanting to trip and fall on that horrendously nasty floor. Pulling the shorts up tight, she paused to frown. Yeah, she had a little camel toe. It took a few minutes to arrange things so it wasn't so obvious.
"Shorts my ass," she muttered, tugging on the waistband. "These things are half an inch shy of being thongs."
The shorts failed to cover even half her butt cheeks, but they covered enough. Research proved that the sexier the costume, the more popular the super heroine. That, and a love of leg and cleavage. It was unsavory, but necessary in the war against crime.
Next came the red, white, and blue strapless bustier. It had to be quite tight and revealing, if for no other reason than to keep it from sliding down and leaving her boobs exposed. Even so, she usually spent a lot of time on patrols tugging up every piece of her costume.
Ms Justice chose a bustier with hood and eye fasteners up the front. Almost all heroines chose a zipper up the back, but history showed it was easier to remove a zippered top than a buttoned top, and placement didn't really make a difference to bad guys. Of course, up-the-front fastening made things even easier, but if the bad guys had that kind of time and access, being stripped was the least of her concerns. So she opted for her own convenience.
Picking up her red choker, Ms Justice paused to stroke the golden disk affixed it. Her Truth Medallion had a capital "J" atop a five-pointed star, both worked in silver. Its name was something of a misnomer. While it did compel anyone captured by its enchantment to speak the truth, its true purpose was to take over the minds of bad guys and make them obey. If commanded, men would even forget their own names.
The choker had two snaps, fastening around her throat nice and snug.
Ms Justice pulled her diamond engagement ring off, hiding it inside a secret pocket of her left thigh boot. It pained her to ever remove it, but at least she'd have it on her person. Better than nothing. Wearing it was far too risky; any bad guys she fought (or, God forbid, captured her) would try to nab it first thing.
She quickly finished dressing, snapping a wide golden belt around her tiny waist, and pulling on red opera gloves. A thrill rippled up her back as the second she finished dressing.
"Watch out, Synne City, Ms Justice is back on the clock."
Stuffing the gym bag up in the drop-down ceiling, she opened an upstairs window in back, slipped out, and hovered. Of course, she made sure to close the window afterwards. And with that final step, Ms Justice bolted up as fast as she could, streaking up and over to a point high above downtown.
"Where shall I start meting justice today?"
Chapter 4
Ms Justice flew to every corner of Synne City, though she avoided the red-light districts. Too many super heroines spent too much of their time and efforts fighting the sex industry. Ms Justice thought it an unwinnable fight. So she tried to keep her focus on "real" crime.
One of the reasons I've never had a setback, she thought, staring down at Synne City's notorious and world famous Tenderloin district. No one is more skilled at subjugating women than pimps, and Amazons are much too vulnerable to their tactics. I choose my fights more carefully than others.
Her beautiful masked face screwed up in disgust when she spotted young women selling their bodies. No obvious pimps around. Still, she was tempted, if for no other reason than boredom. But what she was really looking for were drug pushers. They tended to be solitary figures, easy to swoop down upon and snatch up.
Her phone buzzed. Pulling it out, she saw the call was from her husband. Her face scrunched a little as she answered.
"You know better than to call me on patrol."
"Sorry, but the Germaines really want to meet you."
Her face twisted for a different reason. "No. I'm busy."
"They are one of our biggest sponsors. Personally and publicly."
Ms Justice ground her teeth. "Fine. Arrange it in the evening, maybe a late dinner after the show. That way I can say I'm tired and cut out if I need to."
He argued the point a moment longer, but she remained firm. She loved Roger to death, but that man worried about money too much. They were already set for life. Anything they earned now was just icing on the cake.
After ending the call, but before locking the phone, Ms Justice's bright blue eyes focused on that new app Kunoichi gave her the day before. It had all of the city's current informants, along with all of their information. She'd much rather get to know her informants than delve into that war-zone called the Tenderloin.
While hovering high above the Tenderloin, she started sending text messages to the informants, in alphabetical order, top to bottom. She kept it simple, just asking to meet. No one answered until she was halfway through the list.
It was Johnny Orto, his response a simple, who r u?
I am a new heroine in Synne City. Call me Ms Justice.
the chick from philly?
Ms Justice frowned, shaking her head. Nobody had called her a "chick" since college.
Yes. Now in SC.
hell yes meet me at the lazy moon motel at the corner of coit str and hollaway.
She glanced at Johnny's profile. It said under comments, in big red letters, Major lecher! Can't keep his hands off us.
In your dreams, Johnny boy, she thought.
"No," she said, typing it at the same time. She glanced at his displayed GPS location. Meet me in the alley between the Intrepid Bank and Sutterfield International headquarters. Five minutes.
It was a nice and secluded place, and reasonably close to Johnny. Since it was in the financial district of downtown, it was unlikely any criminal elements would be around to see them together.
Ms Justice was more than happy to leave the Tenderloin behind. She flew straight over to the alley, and slowly dropped into its gloomy depths. Being downtown, the alley was kept relatively clean and orderly. Trash dumpsters lined the alley, all near locked doors. Maintenance and cleaning personnel were probably the only ones who used them. She waited in the middle of the alley, halfway between the two streets.
Johnny came a few minutes later.
The informant proved a lot shorter than she anticipated. Maybe she should have read his full profile. She thought he tried too hard to be an old-school gangster, with dark hair slicked back and artfully tousled to look more dangerous. Like a guy his size could ever look dangerous. Hell, he couldn't be more than five-foot-three. His clothes were ratty, dirty, while the forty-something man underneath looked the picture of cleanliness and health.
Ratty? Perfect word for him, Ms Justice thought. He looks like a rat.
"Hi, Johnny, thanks for meeting with me," she greeted him. Johnny tried to hug her, but she stopped him with a stiff-arm to the chest. "Whoa, back up, buster. I'm not that thankful"
"Why you gotta be like that, Ms J?" he asked, licking his lips as his brown eyes dove straight for her deep cleavage. She felt an odd desire to cover herself. For a second, she thought Johnny was going to reach out and grab her boobs, but he got control of himself and his arms dropped to his side. "Damn, your PR pics don't do you justice, Justice."
"Ms Justice, if you will," she replied. "And thank you. But my appearance in person or pictures is of no consequence. I just wanted a little meet and greet, so we could get to know each other. I hear good things about you from other heroines."
"Catgirl might give me a nod, but Kunoichi is a bitch," he said. Johnny shrugged. "We might've gotten off to a bad start. Sometimes I don't give the best first impression."
Damn, I kind of like this little rogue, she thought. Reminds me of Sal back in Philly.
Or course, Sal had been an ass man. He was always trying to get a goo
d view of her backside, though he knew her well enough to keep his hands to himself. The way Johnny's hands kept twitching, she had a feeling he'd have to be taught a lesson before all was said and done. She just hoped it wouldn't be on this first meeting.
"Somehow I don't think you give a damn about your bad reputation," she said.
"Hey, I gotta be me, you know?"
"So, being you," she asked, stepping closer. Her boobs thrust to within inches of his face. She may have been just seven inches taller in her stocking feet, but her five inch stilettos lifted her well above his eye level. Johnny's eyes dropped into her cleavage again, a hungry look spreading across his unshaven face. "Do you have anything for me?"
Ms Justice knew it was a loaded question. His hands rose up to either side of her tits, just inches away. She watched him carefully. Johnny licked his lips, and then slowly lowered his hands. Did he know about her reputation in Philly? Was he afraid of her? She hoped so.
"I'm, um," Johnny said.
She smiled. It was fun messing up men's heads like that.
"I can pay, if that's what you're worried about," she purred. Ms Justice bit her full red lip, pulling his eyes to her mouth. "I don't have a sponsor in Synne City yet, but I have a little something left over from Philly."
"Well…"
"Give me something, Johnny, so I can see how good you are for myself," she cajoled. "I want to trust you. I want to do business with you in the future."
"I know about a big deal going down tomorrow night," he said. "I was gonna give it to Catgirl. She's my favorite, you know?"
"That's sweet," Ms Justice said. "Maybe I can be your new favorite. But first, I need you to give me information leading to a few good busts."
Johnny appeared to come to a decision a moment later. At least, he set his jaw and looked decisive.
"My info is worth top dollar, Ms Justice," he said. His eyes narrowed. "I doubt you're loaded enough to afford it, but…"
Johnny moved faster than she would've thought possible. The little bastard's hands came up and squashed her tits together in a flash, then he tried to yank her top down. Ms Justice threw a forearm across her boobs just in time. Her other hand reached out and seized Johnny's scrawny throat.
"Aaiiee!" he cried, until she squeezed off his protests.
Ms Justice rushed forward, lifting Johnny by his neck and slamming him back against the cold, hard wall between two dumpsters. His feet kicked in midair, as he struggled in vain to pry her hand off his neck.
"Listen here, you little lech," she snarled, eyes fierce as they bored into his shocked eyes. "I don't appreciate you trying to add me to the #MeToo Movement, pig."
"Sorry," he croaked out, barely above a whisper. "My bad."
And then his hands released her wrist, dropped down and copped another feel. And continued to squeeze. Ms Justice gaped. Shocked her to the core. What was wrong with him? Did he have a death wish?
Ms Justice didn't bat his hands away. Instead, her free hand went straight to his face. Splayed over his face, she started to squeeze, pulling every corner of skin inward. Soon Johnny released her tits to try and pull her hand away.
"Never, ever touch me again," she hissed. "If you do, I'll rip your face off and hang it on my wall."
"Mercy! I understand," he cried. "I'll be good!"
She released his face, but kept him pressed up against the wall. Her grip on his throat loosed just a little.
"Now tell me about the big deal going down."
Johnny looked her in the eyes. She saw fear, and maybe a little leftover defiance. So she tightened her hold on his throat.
"Tomorrow night. Midnight. Over in the West End," Johnny croaked out. "Some Panamanians are selling a shit ton of machineguns to the Skulls."
"Skulls?"
Ms Justice had researched the Synne City underworld extensively after agreeing to her transfer, but she didn't remember anyone calling themselves the Skulls.
"Biker gang. Real bad actors. They just rolled into town about a week or so back."
Ms Justice paused for effect. She glared into his frightened eyes a moment longer, then released him. Johnny dropped to his knees, gasping for air.
"Now, give me the exact time and location," Ms Justice said. "And your tip better pan out, or else."
Chapter 5
It was a hot, blustery day. The lunch crowd was thick, and everyone seemed to be in a bad mood. Mayor Milano wound her way carefully through that packed humanity, heading for her favorite café. The Salad Bowl Bistro served the most amazing taco salad in town.
She'd called her order in earlier, so bypassed the line and went straight up to checkout. After paying, she grabbed her salad, hurried out into the outdoor dining area, and found a table in the shade.
"Mmmm," she moaned with the first forkful. "This salad is the best thing to happen to me all week."
"Looks delicious," a familiar feminine voice said. "Mind if I join you a moment?"
Megan gawked up at Barbara Daul. The billionaire businesswoman looked scandalously sexy for a workday. The raven-maned beauty wore a black bustier top. Her fire engine-red miniskirt was skintight. Really, it was so stretched around her flaring hips Megan guessed it had to be at least five times too small. It was so short, a few inches of Barbara's butt cheeks were actually exposed.
Ms Daul noticed where Megan's eyes stopped, so reached back and tugged down on her hemline. Megan looked up to see the other woman's face had turned bright red.
"Please," Megan said, indicating the only other chair at the table.
Barbara gave an uncomfortable smile and sat. Megan got flashed by her completely waxed pussy, before she crossed her black-hose sheathed legs. She frowned to see black garters dropping below Barbara's hemline to hold up the hose. Her feet were stuffed into a sexy pair of black stiletto ankle boots, with straps around the top and locked tight with tiny silver padlocks.
At least she doesn't have a collar around her throat, Megan thought. But it won't be long before pretty much everyone knows she's the Germaines' bitch.
"So, Barbara, how can I help you?" she asked.
The gorgeous billionaire paused to look around nervously. Megan understood that kind of paranoia. It seemed like the Germaines had eyes and ears everywhere. Her nervousness frightened Megan, as well.
Oh, God, she's going to get me in trouble with my mistress!
Barbara leaned over, catching Megan's eyes, and whispered, "We're sisters in bondage. The Germaines own you. They own me." She closed her eyes, hand over her heart for a second. "If we don't escape them soon, within the next few days, we may both be doomed to a life of sex and debauchery."
The mayor froze, unable to move. Every word of that was true, but…
Memories of the previous evening flashed before her eyes. After her masters had forced her make out with Barbara (or "Barbi" as they preferred it), Sylvia had taken Megan out back to begin her ponygirl training with a blonde woman named Mistress Elsa. The whole pony-play thing left her so confused that she'd pretty much forgotten about Barbara.
Fear filled Barbara's baby blue eyes, and she spoke more urgently, "I spoke to Ms Amazing about my, um, problem. Her thoughts on how to resolve it are so direct they scare me."
"Oh my! I'll be destroyed."
"No, no, we can do this together," Barbara said. "We can help each other escape their clutches. I know all of the city's super heroines, as do you. I'm positive they will help us, but we have to stand united, or both of us will fall."
Megan started shaking. The contents of her stomach stirred, threatening to come up. All she could see was visions of prison, public humiliation, and worst of all, for some reason… Disappointment and anger in Sylvia's face.
Rubbing her forehead with trembling hands, "I… I… I don't know. It's so dangerous. I'm a politician, a mother, I can't be taking chances like that."
It occurred to her that Guardienne could help Ms Amazing. Ms Valiant and Valkyrie would be more than eager to help, too. Valkyrie had received
a new Object of Power just last night, and even whipped up a new costume to go with it.
Barbara squeezed her hand. "Please. I need you. They've really messed up my head."
"Ha! I'm the queen of messed-up heads, Barbi." The other woman cringed. Megan realized her mistake. "I'm sorry. I'm so upset I'm not thinking straight. I meant to say, Barbara."
"It's fine. I seem to answer to it more and more these days," she whispered, averting her eyes. She looked hopefully at Megan. "Are you with me? Can I count on you?"
Megan's heart broke for that beautiful young woman. As she recalled, Barbara was a classmate of Sylvia's, so also just twenty-five years old. She'd accomplished a lot in her life for such a tender age. Even if she had inherited her family's billion-dollar business empire.
She wanted to join forces, to help Barbara and help herself, but…
"I don't know. Let me think about it, please," she said. "This is a shot out of the blue, so I need time to digest it and consider my options."
Barbara looked dejected. Defeated, almost.
"I don't have much time," Barbara whispered. "If I'm not free of them by this time next week…"
She shrugged, despair spreading across her face.
Megan leaned forward, squeezing Barbara's hand. "I'll let you know quickly. Remember, if I go down it could mean prison. I have four daughters to think about."
"Thank you," Barbara said, standing. "I have to go. Armand is waiting for his lunch."
"Seriously? Armand Germaine ordered a salad?"
"No, he ordered me to meet him in a motel," she said. "I'm his lunch."
Megan watched the beautiful billionaire walk away. That girl had a sassy strut, and the most amazing body. No wonder Armand, and just about every red-blooded male in Synne City, wanted her.
Chapter 6
A dark, feminine shape moved from rooftop to rooftop. She quickly checked the roof access, then the HVAC, and finally any other potential hiding spots. Every rooftop with a line of sight to the exchange site was checked, and some more than once.
