by Don Ship
Kameko peeled off that curve hugging dress, and crawled sensuously up into the middle of the small bed, wearing nothing but the black thigh boots, opera gloves and jewelry. She gave the horny pimp a come-hither look over her shoulder, and slapped her tight butt cheek.
"Mount up, loverboy," Kameko purred.
As JJ Rod moved up behind her, Kameko reached between her legs and grabbed that huge cock. She expertly guided him straight into her burning, aching pussy. JJ Rod looked surprised, but pleased.
"Ooooooogggggghhhhhhh, baby, baby, baby," Kameko growled sexily. "You…are…the…MAN!"
The curvaceous Asian beauty was already hyper aroused, and that long, thick cock pushed all of her buttons just right. An orgasm started to build. She did nothing to squash it, either. Then he reached around her with both hands, and grabbed her tits firmly, pulling her up off her hands and pressed her naked back against him. It felt so good that her back arched and she groaned wantonly.
"Uuuuuuugggggggooooooooo, yeah, baby. You the man," she groaned out. She rolled her head back onto his chest, and parted her lips sexily. JJ Rod couldn't resist, and leaned down and claimed them in an impassioned kiss. "Hhhhhhmmmmmggghhh."
While kissing and furiously fondling her massive tits, JJ Rod fucked her long and hard. She felt every inch of him sliding in and out, in and out, driving her body wild, pushing her closer and closer to ultimate surrender. Kameko didn't fight it, just relaxed and let herself enjoy it. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Uggghh! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeee!" she screamed, her super shapely body convulsing in ultimate pleasure. Pure, unadulterated sexual bliss. "I'm going to…come…agai…Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee! Ugh-aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Damn, girl, you cum like a super heroine on steroids or something," JJ Rod cried, delighted. "You are going to be very popular."
"Great," Kameko panted. "When can I start?"
"Ha! You're one eager beaver, babe," he said. JJ Rod pulled out, and slapped her ass. Hard. "You start right NOW."
"What? But I'm not…"
"Now," he said. "You got a problem with that?"
"Uh, no," she said. "Now is good."
"Fucking A," he said, nodding.
Kameko was taken up to her new room. 313. Halfway down the hall from the elevators. Inside she found a small bed, clean sheets, a toilet, and sink. There was a small, battered wardrobe with a few twisted wire hangers to keep her various "outfits." There was no lock on the door, so the john couldn't lock himself in and do bad things to her.
"Clean. Good enough for what I need it for," she said, nodding.
"Good, then get to work, babe," he said. "You're here on a trial basis, so if you fail to earn enough to make it worth our while, you'll be tossed out."
"How long do I have to get a feel of the workings of the place, and get a feel for the clientele?" she said.
"Clientele? You sound like King Pimp," he said, and laughed. "You got a month, baby puss. Make it count."
She thought of the super heroines up on their own floor.
"Oh, don't worry, boss, I'll make it count," she said, and smiled roguishly up at him.
Kameko Moto returned to the main parlor on the ground floor. It was sprawling room, that twisted and turned and had many hidden booths and dark corners. Every table and booth had a clear view to at least one stage, atop which danced some of the girls. There was no real rotation like at a strip club, but anyone looking for a "date" could find one real fast by climbing atop a stage and getting naked dancing. Worked every time.
There was a good thirty plus pretty young things working the room when Kameko arrived. Two thirds of them were bleach blondes. Mostly they had a singular look, tall, busty, very tan and very blonde. Tending toward platinum blonde.
"I'm the only one here with black hair," Kameko muttered, pleased. "Only Asian, too. Perfect."
The drop dead gorgeous Asian strutted into the room like she owned it. Eyes turned to watch her intently. She smiled sultrily at them.
"Hello, boys. My name's Kameko," she said. "And I am eager to party."
"I bet you are, babe," a tall, slim blonde man said. He looked twenty something, with short spiked hair and wearing a torn rock t-shirt and faded jeans. His thick arms were covered in tattoos. He reached out, eyes full of lustful wonder, and ran a hard, callused hand down her back, feeling her silky soft, glossy black hair and firm-muscled back beneath. He hand came to rest upon her sweet round ass. "Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?"
"Sure," she said, then locked hungry eyes with his. "Or you could just buy me and take me back to my room."
That's all he needed to hear. Kameko was in the main parlor less than 30 seconds before she had her first date. They passed JJ Rod on their way back to the elevators. She smiled at him, wagging her eyebrows. He looked impressed.
The curvaceous incognito super heroine worked hard for the money that afternoon and night. She worked until past two in the morning, earning over fifteen hundred dollars. JJ Rod collected the house's one third right off the top, then she had to pay "rent" on the room, tips for bouncers, waitresses, and other staff. Kameko went home with seven hundred and twenty dollars.
"Well, the most money I've ever made in one day," she muttered darkly, disgusted by what she did, but kind of proud at the same time. Of course, she was told by JJ Rod that Ms Patriot could easily earn one hundred and fifty thousand in a single day. But super heroines cost a lot more, and might work anywhere between ten and twenty hours, depending on her porn filming scheduling.
The super sexy Asian Avenger stayed in character, at work with eyes and ears open and alert for the next week. Eight days, actually. From casually speaking with johns who had hired one or more of the heroines, to other hookers, pimps, and waitresses, she learned all about the workings of what was officially called, "The Super Heroine Lounge." There were far more heroines up there than she knew, some had been up there plying their sexy trade for over a decade. She'd never even heard of Alpha Woman or Lightning Girl.
On her ninth day at work, Kameko arrived bright and early as usually. She worked nights, from Six to Two normally. Sometimes she came in as early as noon if there was a junior pimp or other staffer she really wanted to chat up. Needless to say she earned lots and lots of money.
"I'll miss all this cash money once I'm finished," she muttered as she strutted through the front doors at four in the afternoon. Kameko was decked out in work clothes — white cotton cropped tank top (very thin and VERY tight), red plaid "school girl" pleated skirt that failed to drop far enough to cover her shapely butt, white thong panties, white ruffled socks stuffed into five inch red stiletto pumps. She put the naughty in school girl.
Early on she'd stopped carrying her purse to work, bringing a large gym bag instead, filled with sexy attire and shoes. She suspected they would search her stuff while she was downstairs, so she gave them something safe to find. Tonight, though, there was nothing safe about her. Her Ninja Girl costume was inside the gym bag.
Once in her room Kameko stuffed the super heroine costume in a secret place she found — up under the bed, up inside the box springs. No one would bother looking there. Then she went to work.
The gorgeous, black-haired Asian beauty worked from four until midnight, eight hours without a break. She didn't work quite so hard as usual, taking more time in her room alone between johns. Kameko had to pace herself, because she had at least one orgasm with each of her johns. Nothing she could do about that. Valkyrie gene enhanced body trumped everything. Each climax sapped some of her precious energy, but at the same time sex energized her. Still, she needed built up sexual frustration to fuel her power belt, to have super powers, and she had little hope she'd rescue the other heroines with any of her super powers intact.
After her last john left, a tall, slim Latino, she cleaned up and then pulled out her Ninja Girl costume. She laid everything out on the bed to take a final inventory before dressing.
"G
osh darn it, I forgot the choker," she said, frowning. "Oh well, nothing to do but troop on."
First, she pulled on the shiny black thigh boots, followed by the dark blue thong-like short-shorts. Next, she put on her dark blue mask. Then she donned her dark blue top with the large round cutout over her cleavage. Finally, she pulled on her fingerless ninja gloves, two gold bangles on each wrist, and then fastened the most important piece of her costume, the black power belt.
"Time to rescue the fallen heroines," she said, striking a super heroine pose.
Ninja Girl had used her time as a Palace hooker to good measure. She knew what floor the Super Heroine Lounge was on now, and she'd scouted out the routes on and off that most notorious floor of ill repute. She also knew the schedules of most of the super heroines held in sexual servitude there. The vanquished vigilantes all worked from ten in the morning until three, or until all customers left satisfied after that time. Also, certain nights were busier. Tonight just happened to be the usual slow night, and she'd assured herself earlier that it was actually slow up there on this very night, too.
The Asian Avenger snuck out of her third floor room and hurried down to the stairwell next to the elevator bank. The Super Heroine Lounge was just three floors up, on the sixth floor. The petite super heroine was up there in no time.
Ninja Girl stepped out of the stairwell, and into the elevator lobby. She faced double doors, with a sign above, "Welcome to Super Heroine Hell." The walls were covered with "action" photos, blown up to poster size, of super heroines performing kinky sex acts. To the left of the door was a picture of Ms Patriot bent over with King Pimp fucking her up the ass and fat middle aged john shoving it down her throat. To the right of the door, was Purple Avenger hogtied, eating Patriot Girl's pussy and getting fucked from behind by a faceless john. On one wall, called The Wall of Shamed Super Heroines, was a "glamour" headshot, in full makeup and mask, of each super heroine available inside the Super Heroine Lounge. Next to each head shot was a smaller, but full length picture of the heroine.
"Shameful," Ninja Girl muttered, brown eyes narrowing dangerously. "This is so disrespectful to women in general, and super heroines in particular."
So, angry, the sexy super heroine strode through the double doors and into the Lounge. She was immediately brought up short. The room was larger than she expected, and there were more people. Tall, muscular bouncers stood to either side of the door. She spotted Patriot Girl first, then Uber Woman, Electro Girl, and Shewolf. All were at the bar chatting up johns. Next, she spotted Silver Angel, or rather Annette Moore, being double teamed by a pair of smug looking gang bangers. Her daughter, Silver Girl in only her mask, was getting her ass reamed royally by a third gang member.
There were three stages. Stripper stages. Ms Patriot was gyrating nakedly on the main stage, her super shapely body all oiled up and shiny, a ten inch black dildo in her red gloved hand as she dildo fucked herself to the delight of her adoring fans. Another stage, Purple Avenger pole danced and on the final stage Awesome Babe was getting her well oiled body properly strap-on fucked by an equally oiled and sexy Justice Star.
Scattered in the audience, Uber Girl was giving an erotic lap dance, Alpha Woman was going down on an extremely old man, and Justice Shield was straddling a large biker's lap, bouncing up and down his cock while sucking face with him.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiigggggggghhhhh!" Ms Patriot cried, climaxing dramatically.
"Uuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhh!" Awesome Babe cried.
Then Ninja Girl looked back at the bar, locked eyes with Uber Woman. The super sexy, golden-maned super heroine turned hooker, raised a disapproving brow and said, "Uh, watch out for the bouncers."
"What?" Ninja Girl said, and then remembered the two bouncers to either side of the door, and now two steps behind her. She felt more than heard the two bouncers converging on her from either side and behind. The Asian Avenger didn't hesitate. She sent a vicious roundhouse at her unseen attackers, spinning completely around doing so. "HAI!"
Both men stumbled back, surprised by the powerful kick. The statuesque super heroine drove her attack home, stepping between them and alternating kicking and punching one and then the other. That lasted all of one minute before both men were out cold.
"Okay, ladies, shall we go?" Ninja Girl said to the astonished room.
"That doesn't work for me," a familiar voice said from behind her.
King Pimp slammed a big fist into the back of the beautiful Asian's head. He was a big man, and hit hard.
"Ugh!" Ninja Girl grunted, falling to her knees. She threw a leg out and around, tripping the giant African-American pimp. "Hai!"
A second later she jumped to her feet, and launched a vicious attack on the hated pimp. He was big, strong, and fast. She couldn't get past his guard. But after a moment, she started backing him up across the room. Then the pimp stumbled, dropped his guard for just an instant, and she ripped a powerful kick straight up into his chin.
As King Pimp fell straight back, and she prepared to finish him off, the biker fucking Alpha Woman threw that vanquished, blonde vigilante straight into the Asian Avenger.
"That doesn't work for me, Ninja Whore," Killer snarled, hurling the sexy blonde as he said it.
"Ugh!" Ninja Girl and Alpha Woman both grunted. Then Killer grabbed the soft golden hair at the back of Alpha Woman's head, and SMASHED her face into Ninja Girl's face. "Uuuugggghhh."
Stunned, the sexy super heroine was helpless to stop the big biker from ripping off her top, and then picking her up over his head. The other johns cheered wildly, and he slammed her hard into the floor at his feet.
"Now, Blue Bitch, suck me off like a good little super heroine," Killer growled, grinning lecherously. He dragged her to her knees, and shoved his sticky wet cock into her mouth. Ninja Girl, dazed and confused, started sucking. Dick in mouth meant suck it off in her mind. "Aaahhh, good. You got talent, girl."
"Mind if I join you?" King Pimp said, moving up behind the Asian Avenger.
"The more the merrier when it comes to fucking stuck up super heroines into submission, my man," Killer said.
Ninja Girl was slowly coming to her senses. Unfortunately, now her short but statuesque body was highly aroused. She was sucking Killer's cock with relish, and couldn't stop herself. She knew King Pimp was behind her. She felt him pull her costume bottoms down to the of her thigh boots. His giant hands fondled, then slapped her satiny smooth butt, then pulled the ass cheeks apart. Her big brown eyes went wide when she realized where he was going.
"MMmmmgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried in protest around Killer's demanding cock. A second later, King Pimp's super-sized dick penetrated her tingling ass hole. Searing pain lanced up though her shapely body as he thrust in deep. Tears erupted from her eyes as she grunted and groaned in abject pain and misery. She thought he might kill her, thought he'd ripped her in half. "Uuuuuuggggghhhh!"
Suddenly, Killer's cock started throbbing in her mouth, and seconds later hot, sticky cum erupted. Her cheeks were ballooned, and she sucked cum down as fast as she could. Some dripped out from around his shaft, dripping down her chin and across her heaving tits. That set off her body and a powerful climax claimed her.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Oh! I have shamed my ancestors!" she cried. Then King Pimp shot his wad up her ass. "Aaaaaaaaaagggh! Not….Again! Aaaaaaggghhh! Ooooooooohhhhhhhgggggggahhhhh!"
Ninja Girl was dragged up on the main stage by a laughing King Pimp. He forced her down on her back. Ms Patriot was ordered to mount her face, and Justice Star to strap-on fuck her stupid. And they followed orders without thought or hesitation. In fact, Ms Patriot had a cruel, lusty look in her baby blues as she straddled Ninja Girl's face.
"Why am I not surprised," Ms Patriot sneered. "Eat me, bitch."
With that, Ms Patriot pushed her clean shaven cunt into the Asian Avenger's mouth, grinding it in. Ninja Girl was too far gone after being double team fucked, and started sucking, licking, and nibbling. She quickly discovered the sexy vanquishe
d super heroine was very wet and leaking cum from countless johns. The gorgeous Asian Avenger ate her out with relish.
As she began eating out Ms Patriot, Justice Star mounted her pussy with the strap-on. It was a big strap-on, too. Easily ten inches, and thick, thick, THICK! It was a bona fide bitch tamer.
"Uuuuggghhhh!" she cried, climaxing.
For the next two hours, Ninja Girl ate out or was dildo fucked by every vanquished vigilante in the room. Usually while a paying john fucked one of her holes. King Pimp supervised her ravishment.
"Now, my friends, let's finish the lovely lady off and unmask her!" he cried to cheers. "Then we'll gang bang her into la-la land for the night."
Ninja Girl was dragged to her booted feet and plopped down before the triumphant pimp. She only wore her mask, gloves, boots, and power belt. She had a flash of anger, surged to her feet, kicked up, and connected with the surprised pimp's cock and balls, doubling him up. As he retched and fell to his knees, she grabbed a discarded pair of handcuffs off a table, and secured his wrists behind his back.
"Everyone out!" Ninja Girl cried. She picked up a flickering candle from the middle of a table and threw in on the floor. "FIRE!"
Panic ensued. Men and super heroines raced out of the lounge, and down the emergency stairs. Ninja Girl shook her head woefully, as she casually rubbed out the end of the candle with the toe of her boot. It was a tile floor, and there was no real chance of a fire. But yell fire, and all logic leaves most people in their need to escape.
She found herself alone with King Pimp. Even the super heroines back in their rooms charged out past her. Escaped. She grinned as she collected her costume and redressed. Then she used a taser to stun the pimp, to better control him, and headed for the main door as she pulled a cell phone.
"Police? This is Ninja Girl. Send squad cars to The Palace immediately. I have arrested King Pimp," she said.
Five squad cars were sitting out front when she arrived.
"Take him away, boys," Ninja Girl said. "The captured super heroines should still be inside, or out here."
