Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 61) (Patreon)

Chapter 61

Fetching baby blues cut to the left, locking on the open door. It was Sunday morning, just after eight. She was getting some of her CEO work knocked out in her home office, still dressed in the white sports bra and gray, with pink, spandex leggings she wore for her early morning workout.

Lynda entered. The sexy blonde had her long blonde tresses up in a high pony, exposing pretty little ears with huge silver hoop dancing to either side of her lovely face. She was topless, the glint of silver piercing her erect pink nips. Diamonds glittering at her belly button. Tall, red patent stiletto pumps clattering on the hardwood flooring.

“You’re tea, Mistress,” Lynda purred prettily.

Jennifer’s eyes came off her slavegirl’s jostling tits and locked on the silver tray balanced atop her left hand. A small cup of tea sat in the middle, in one of the fine china cups she loved the most.

“Thank you, Lynda,” she said when the busty slave placed the cup on the desk. “Please join the others.”

Lynda sat the tray atop a side table, and then dropped to her knees beside Diana, with Autumn on the other side of the brunette. All three just wore jewelry, t-back thongs, and stiletto pumps as they knelt and waited to obey their beloved mistress. Autumn wore all white. Diana wore all blue. Lynda was in all red.

She got another fifteen to twenty minutes of work done, and had just finished her tea, when the clatter of approaching stilettos reached her. She looked toward the open door a second before her personal assistant entered.

Jessy Hamilton was a business genius. At twenty-three, she’d lived a full life as a kinkster. At eighteen she went to work at the House of Joy, working as one of Mistress Tabitha’s dominatrixes. Tabby paid her tuition, and she went to work as the redhead’s PA and club manager after graduating with an MBA at the tender age of twenty-two. Yeah, genius.

Mistress Patriot immediately sank her claws into the beautiful brunette, brainwashing her into absolute obedience and loyalty. Now she worked for her as a PA, and she worked nights at the club.

“Damn, it’s Sunday morning. Why are you dressed like sex in heels?”

“This old thing?” she said, and giggled.

Jessy wore a form-fitting “hobble” dress that dropped down to her knees. It had a neckline that plunged a few inches below her breasts, revealing a gorgeous set of boobs and deep cleavage. Super heroine level chest action, though she was not Valkyrie. Jennifer had double-checked that. Yeah, Jessy was that gorgeous and shapely. The dress had long sleeves, and it was a medium-dark gray. Black patent pumps adorned her feet. No jewelry except diamond studs in her ears.

“You’re making my ovaries sing, girl.”

“Perfect,” she said. Then she handed Jennifer a manila envelope. “This report just came in. Your people have identified twelve ATMs that the unmasked heroines are using. None of them are using their credit cards or bank cards for anything but cash.”

Jennifer scanned the report. It showed their heroine names, their alter egos’ names, and the location of each ATM they’d used in the last few weeks. Silver Angel and Omega Girl tended to use ATMs in the northern suburbs, while Shewolf and Ninja Girl stayed to the south and west of the city.

“So we haven’t discovered any of their hidey holes?”

“No, Bill thinks they are sleeping in different locations every night, paying for everything in cash, and using aliases.”

“I notice that all of them have used some ATMs more than once,” she said. “I want people with eyes on those sites. If one of them shows up to use the ATM, then I want her followed. In the meantime, we’ll put together a team and go snatch her up.”

“Great,” Jessy said. “Consider it done, Mistress. Soon every Grimme City super heroine will be yours to command.”