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  MS AMAZING: PUBLIC SERVICE

  (Synne City Super Heroine in Peril)

  By

  JK Waylon

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Smokin’ Hot Press

  Copyright 2013 by JK Waylon

  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.

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  MS AMAZING: PUBLIC SERVICE

  (Synne City Super Heroine in Peril)

  "Hello, ladies," Barbara Daul said as she strode confidently into the small room.

  There were five young women, all between twenty and twenty-five. All five had just been released from County Jail, serving between ninety days and two years. None of them looked pleased to be there.

  "What's up with this?" Tamika Jackson said, glaring at the beautiful billionaire businesswoman. Tamika wore tight black pants, stiletto calf boots, a pink t-shirt with "Kiss my Ass" on the front, and lots of necklaces, bangles, and chandelier earrings. "Miss Barbara ‘I'm-a-superior-woman’ Daul got her fat white ass down here to talk to us?"

  Barbara arched a haughty brow at the beautiful African American. Tamika was six feet tall, statuesque, and full of attitude. Barbara's secret alter ego, Ms Amazing, had sent her to jail for ten years, though she got out in two. The shapely beauty was the leader of an all girl gang down in Lower Saxony before her incarceration.

  "So Daul's slumming, huh?" Sammie Jo Hicks purred. The platinum blonde was also six feet of uber stack gorgeousness. Ms Amazing sent her to County for six months, for helping her biker boyfriend sell drugs. She wore tight faded jeans, stuffed into black thigh boots with spurs, and a black, skin-tight Harley Davidson tank top.

  "Funny," Barbara said. She stood tall and proud, thrusting her impressive chest out and looked the assembled women over critically. She wore a conservative black suit jacket, mini skirt, black hose, and stiletto pumps. Her massive mane of black hair was worn up, and her trademark glasses rested upon her perfect nose. "As a good citizen of this fair city, I am doing my civic duty. A public service, if you will, by agreeing to 'mentor' you wayward young ladies."

  "Wayward?" Angel said, grinning mischievously. She was a five eleven Latina, with a shiny black mane to rival Barbara's. Of the lot, she had the most spectacular body, with a set of boobs that measure up with Barbara's rack nicely, but since she was a couple inches shorter they looked even more spectacular. Unfortunately, she'd chosen an unsavory career — peepshow girl, doing live sex with men and women. "You are going to mentor me?" She laughed. "Are you going to teach me the best ways to fuck rich guys? How to ride their little cocks like a billion dollar whore?"

  Barbara crinkled her nose at the offending young woman.

  "I think not," Barbara said. "I am here to show you the proper course your lives should take. I will lead you back to the straight and narrow, so you can be good, productive citizens."

  "Oh, that's rich," Leather said. No one knew her real name, and she refused to say. That, and a violent temper, got her six months in County lockup, thanks to Ms Amazing. She earned her living dancing topless at Crazy Sexy in The Tenderloin. She stood up, ran her hands down her leather sheathed, super shapely body and gave a sexy wiggle. "We've got too many curves to do straight and narrow, Daul."

  The five women laughed and high-fived each other. Barbara watched them with a tiny smile. She loved a challenge. As Ms Amazing, she'd arrested and sent all five of them to jail. For their crimes, they had to do the time. But she also recognized that each of them were classic Amazon women. Like Barbara, they possessed the Amazon gene, giving them superior physiques, greater mental prowess and ambition, and an impulsive nature. Unfortunately, like most women so blessed (or cursed, depending on whom you asked) they fell victims to "The Curse." All women with the Amazon gene were susceptible to sex. Sex was like crack for an Amazon woman. If she didn't avoid it at all costs, the Amazon Blessed woman could at best expect to find herself all but enslaved to her lover. Sad fact was, most ended up like the women before her, slaves to the sex industry and their own dark desires.

  "Those sexy curves are your undoing, young lady," Barbara said. That made them all hoot and holler, laughing.

  "Our ticket to the good life, you mean," Babe said. Real name Ester Fines; street name Babe was a drop dead gorgeous redhead, with the body of a super heroine all squeezed into a black latex mini dress, with a black corset over that to accentuate her already spectacular figure. She was one of the most wanton hookers in The Tenderloin, a woman known for her insatiable sexual appetite, and a five time loser. Ms Amazing arrested her three of those five times, including the last arrest. She served three times her usual thirty days, due entirely to Ms Amazing's scathing, damning testimony in Court. "We are destined for the Glamorous Life, baby."

  "Mmm, getting bend over a chair and fucked by a pimp, very glamorous. Getting your sweet round ass beaten by a john and your pimp, very glamorous," Barbara said. "You ladies have enormous potential, but you squander it as hookers, strippers, and other petty criminals. You could be so much more. You, one and all, could be someone like me. Rich. Powerful. Respected."

  "Yeah, right," Tamika said, dismissing her with a haughty wave of the hand.

  "You do haughty well, Tamika," Barbara said, grinning. "But if you apply yourself, really want it and go for it, you can be rich, powerful, and be the diva you were born to be."

  "Diva?"

  "As big and wonderful as J-Lo or Beyoncé," Barbara said.

  "Ooohhh," Tamika said, starting to stare off into space as she daydreamed.

  "You're fucking with our minds, Daul, and you will pay for it," Leather sneered. "Mark my words, we will take your fat perfumed ass down."

  "Leather, I am not trying to mess with your heads. I want to help you succeed," Barbara said. "I want to help you be all that you can be."

  "You want us to join the Army?" Babe said, and they all started laughing and high-fiving again.

  "If that is where your path lies, yes," Barbara said. "But I doubt the military is right for any of you ladies. You, Leather, are a dancer. You have a wonderful voice. Who knows, you could be another dancing, prancing, singing pop princess. If you really applied yourself." She gave them all a stern look. "Ladies, whether it’s business, sports, entertainment, you all have it within you to dominate. You are superior women. You know it. I know it. And as such, whatever you want, you can have it. You just have to want it enough, and go out and get it."

  "Dominate," Leather said, glassy-eyed as she considered her options.

  "Yeah, dominate," Tamika repeated softly.

  Angel looked Barbara up and down critically. Nothing but designer clothes.

  "Anything?" Angel said.

  "Anything," Barbara said.

  "You got our attention, Daul," Sammie Jo said. The women all looked at each other, some silent communication going on
between them. Barbara smiled to see each and every one of them nod. "It's a go then. Where do we start?"

  Barbara took them to a small electronic manufacturer just two blocks away. They toured the facility, from the production floor with all those busy, productive worker bees humming along, to the offices upstairs, where women in suits and skirts made big decisions every day. The company was owned and operated by another group of former cons, who were also "superior" women that Barbara had mentored.

  "Nothing says you have to team up to succeed like this," Barbara said. "Those five women were just like you, two years ago. I am their mentor, and they are building a fast growing company. They are not millionaires yet, but very close."

  "Good, you don't expect us to team up like them and go into business," Tamika said.

  "No, those five women had common interests, and they work well together," Barbara said. "I think you five are too individualistic. You'll probably be better going off on your own."

  "Daul, all you've done is show us that if we work hard doing drudgery, we might made a decent living, we might get rich," Leather said. She didn't look pleased. "Where are the rewards of such hard, dull work. At least what we're all doing now, illegal or not, is exciting and fun."

  Barbara nodded knowingly. That adrenaline high was so addictive. She completely understood, since that was part of the appeal of being a super heroine. It was almost as addictive to an Amazon gene blessed woman as sex.

  "Okay, let's go see what rewards the straight and narrow offer," Barbara said.

  The voluptuous billion dollar babe took the five young women to her personal luxury penthouse in downtown Synne City. They wandered around that ten thousand square foot condo with open mouths and wide eyes. Envious, covetous eyes.

  "I only use this place once, twice a week at most. I spend most of my free time at Daul Manor," Barbara said. "But this is convenient if I work very late, or have a charity ball in the city."

  Barbara was pleased. The penthouse was what finally brought the last group over to her side. There was no doubt those five young women were impressed and wanted what she had. The question now was, what were they willing to do to get it?

  "We want to be rich like you, Daul," Sammie Jo said. "But we're all poor, and everyone knows you have to have money to make money."

  The young beauties all looked back and forth between each other, nodded and smiled. Barbara was pleased.

  "That's what I'm here for, Sammie Jo," Barbara said.

  "I suggest a toast to our success," Tamika said. "You have any Cristal?"

  "There's champagne in the cabinet, but not Cristal. I'm a billionaire, not a rapper," Barbara said, trying hard to not sneer with contempt. Tamika and Angel hurried over to get them all a glass. "Well, ladies, we just have to decide what each of you are most passionate about, and from there what your best career path will be."

  Angel handed Barbara a flute of sparkling champagne. She lifted it high, and the others did the same.

  "To your success," Barbara said.

  "To success," they said in unison, all with the strangest smiles on their beautiful faces as they clinked glasses.

  They all took a sip, and spent the next half hour sipping champagne and discussing their options. Most, not surprisingly, wanted to be entertainers. Barbara did have to convince Angel and Babe that by success she didn't mean as famous porn stars, which disturbingly was both of their ultimate goal.

  After about thirty minutes, Barbara realized she was very hot. Dizziness soon followed. It was getting harder and harder to follow the conversations. The others didn't appear to notice her problem. She thought she was coming down with something. Probably the flu.

  "You're so pretty, Barbara," Leather said, scooting up close to the billionaire babe. Angel moved up very close on her other side, so that Barbara was literally squeezed between them. Babe came up behind her, and started massaging her shoulders, which felt divine. Leather took Barbara's champagne flute, and forced her to suck the rest down. "Drink up, you stupid, stuck up, goodie-two-shoe, rich bitch. Welcome to La-la Land."

  It was hard to focus her eyes, or her mind. She felt Babe remove her suit jacket, leaving her in only a thin silk tank and skirt. Sammie Jo walked up, with Barbara's own camcorder in hand. She started filming as Angel's cool fingers slipped up under Barbara's short black skirt.

  "This is what we call working on a business plan, Barbara," Tamika said, and laughed.

  Her top was pulled off and the young women all commented on her expensive, lacey bra. The bra came off soon afterwards, and Leather started fondling one tit, while Angel sucked on the nipple of the other tit. Then Angel's fingers found Barbara's hypersensitive clit, and started rubbing with professional perfection.

  "Hhhuuugghhhh. Mmmmmm," Barbara groaned, her head rolling back

  "Did you see that?" Angel said. "The second my fingers started rubbing this slut, her nipples got rock hard."

  "Yes! She likes it. Ms I'm-So-Virtuous is a raging slut deep down," Leather said.

  "And she has the prettiest kiss me lips," Babe said, and claimed those glossy red lips in a passionate kiss. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

  The drug they gave her in the champagne left Barbara without any self-control. So without her fighting her body's constant, raging needs and desires the sexy businesswoman didn't have a chance. Her body quickly became overheated, sweating making her curvaceous body shiny as she panted through her nose, while Babe refused to release her sweet lips. Barbara felt that orgasm building in record time, knew it would totally scramble her mind and make her twice as helpless as she already was. She knew that was bad, but couldn't muster enough mental control to do anything about it, and after a few minutes, she didn't want to stop it.

  "Uuuugggggghhhhh!" Barbara cried, her body exploding with pleasure.

  The five ex-cons stripped Barbara completely naked. They got naked themselves, then laid Barbara out on the floor, face up. Tamika sat on Barbara's face, and was immediately rewarded with some really nice tongue action. Barbara started eating pussy without being prompted. Babe claimed Barbara's right tit, Sammie Jo got the left, and Angel knelt between the billionaire babe's long legs, and started eating out Barbara's pussy. Leather took over camera duties.

  After all five had rotated to each of Barbara's Points of Interest, it was dark. They dressed their "mentor" up sexy. She was put in a red leather corset, that her titanic tits bulged above, pushed way up. A black leather micro-mini skirt was put on her, over a lacy black garter belt that held up black fishnet stockings. Her mile long legs were stuffed into black lace up ankle boots with six inch heels. They all found it interesting that the "perfect princess of virtue" would have such clothes in her closet.

  They found a pair of silver hoops so big they brushed Barbara's shoulders, then put a diamond choker on her, and loaded up both arms with silver and gold bangles. Then the five ex-con babes divided up Barbara's extensive and fabulously expensive jewelry collection. All the while, one girl was always rubbing Barbara's clit, to keep her discombobulated and hyper horny.

  "Some superior woman, huh?" Sammie Jo sneered. She was rubbing Barbara's clit by reaching up behind her, and between her legs. Barbara was grinding her cunt into Sammie Jo's talented hand. "I’ve never seen a woman easier to take down and subjugate. The drug wore off hours ago, and she's still super horny and submissive."

  "I think we tamed her," Tamika said. She shook her head woefully. "A lot of these so called superior women and super heroines can't take being climaxed. I think it shatters their perfect self-image, and breaks them. Breaks their will, and they see themselves as pathetic, sexy slave sluts from then on out. Barbara has the same kind of self-important arrogance as one of those stupid super heroines."

  Barbara groaned, realizing they didn't understand just how close they were to the truth. As Ms Amazing, she was Synne City's premier super heroine. She was the most powerful super heroine and the most profoundly Cursed in the city. Sex was her Achilles Heel.

  "Exactly," Babe said.
"I saw this same thing happen last year. Kid Rotten caught Gold Spectre and Golden Girl, broke them on his cock in like five minutes flat. Then they worked turning tricks the rest of the night. Then he unmasked them, and we found out they were really Tamara Taylor and her daughter Tandy."

  "I heard that," Tamika said. "Didn't Kid sell Tandy to Pimp Daddy?"

  "No, lost her to him in a poker game," Babe said. "Kid still is working Tamara/Gold Spectre on the streets. She's his most profitable girl."

  "This one's perfect for the streets," Leather said. She put a choke chain around Barbara's neck, and attached a leash. "Let's party."

  "Where are we going?" Barbara asked. She looked around, breathless and hyper horny. She understood it was all wrong, and she was being treated scandalously. The sexy black-maned vixen knew exactly what she was doing, that she was their sexy little plaything, but no longer had the wherewithal to regain control of herself. "Are you going to make me turn tricks like Tamara?"

  The thought of turning tricks both repulsed and excited her. As Ms Amazing, she’d been captured several times and forced to prostitute herself before she managed to escape. The fact that she enjoyed the experience intensely, profoundly, was terribly disturbing and frightening. It would be so easy to lose herself in that shameful life.

  "Maybe," Babe said. "But we have better plans for your fat ass tonight, Barbara."

  Barbara was led to the elevator, and down to the lobby. They led her on the leash through the lobby of her building, while her rich friends and acquaintances gawked and snickered all around them. Just outside of the main glass doors, they were stopped by a beggar.

  "No money, dude, but Barbara Daul has something for you," Angel said, grinning. "Barbara, kneel and take care of the man."

  Barbara hesitated, face flaming super hot. Her friends would witness her debasement. Just as those wicked women intended. She wanted to fight them, to deny them any pleasure, but her mind was still spinning. Her insides were still hot and mushy, her pussy throbbed with achy need.