Ms Patriot: Dark Crusade (Chapter 65) (Patreon)

Chapter 65

Grimme City, Monday, one week later…

Tammy Thomas’ blue eyes narrowed as she scanned the dark street. They stood at the edge of the Sugar Town red light district. Only a handful of hookers worked that stretch of street. The shops that lined the street hadn’t transitioned over to serve the sex trade.

Her camerawoman, LaToya Dubois, fidgeted beside her, worrying a full red lip. It was a very creepy street. It didn’t help that the two undercover heroines were not empowered at the moment. They were weak, vulnerable to attack. As helpless as a pair of unnaturally strong, fast, and durable women could be. At best, they were as strong as a female Olympic athlete their size.

“I don’t think we are properly dressed for this,” LaToya whispered.

“What should we be wearing?” Tammy asked just as quietly.

Oddly enough, they’d both shown up at work that day in the same color scheme, if not the same outfits. Tammy wore a scandalously low-cut white sweater, displaying a lot of cleavage, with a tight pink pencil skirt down past her knees, and white Christian Louboutin pumps. LaToya, her working camerawoman, wore a white tank, very tight. She coupled that with hot pink leggings and white stiletto ankle boots.

“Our costumes, with Objects of Power,” the busty protégé replied. “I’d feel much safer with some magic muscle backing us up.”

“Well, we’re just a reporter and her camera woman,” the platinum blonde said. “In other words, two women unworthy of scrutiny.”

LaToya had left the camera in the trunk. They were “officially” working on a story, but really out looking for the missing heroines: Omega Girl, Ninja Girl, Shewolf, and now Silver Angel. She glanced back at the news van with longing eyes, then she looked up and around.

“I can’t believe we are the last two standing,” LaToya whispered. “I have to admit, I’m a little more spooked than normal.”

“So am I, sweetie,” Tammy said. “I’ve never seen the situation to so dire before. And that makes it doubly imperative we find our lost friends and free them.”

That done, they could all combine their strengths and talents to take Mistress Patriot down and save her enslaved heroines. At the moment, it felt like an impossible mission. Nothing seemed to go their way since that fateful night Mistress Tabitha captured Ms Patriot. And then Turned her to evil.

Tammy wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing that the newest missing super heroines appear to have been captured by some unknown person or crime organization, not by Mistress Patriot. At least no one has reported seeing any of them working at the House of Joy.

“Oh. Oh,” LaToya cried out softly. She pointed. “Isn’t that one of the House of Joy bouncers?”

She indicated a tall, muscular black man outside a coffee shop. He wore head to toe black. Tammy recognized him. Tyrone Jones was muscle for hire before landing the bouncer job at the BDSM sex club. A typical street thug. Tammy, in her guise as Uber Woman, had tangled with him many times. And arrested him many times.

“I think Mr. Tyrone Jones is head bouncer,” she said. “A personal favorite of Mistress Patriot, and of Mistress Tabitha before her.”

“Sounds like he changes loyalties a little too easily.”

Tammy nodded. “Tyrone is only loyal to Tyrone. He follows whomever is paying him.”

“Is it ‘whomever’ or ‘whoever?’” LaToya asked, grinning.

“What is that about? Don’t question an award winning journalist.”

“Which one of your awards was for grammar?”

“You are such a little…”

They laughed softly. Tammy hugged her camerawoman. LaToya’s little joke helped her nerves so much. She felt more relaxed and ready to tackle the problem. She felt strong and capable enough to engage Tyrone one-on-one. After all, she was an award-winning journalist. A college grad. While Tyrone dropped out of high school after ninth grade. He gave up breaking scoring records on the football field to break arms and legs in Sugar Town. The man was bringing a knife to an intellectual gun fight.

Tammy headed toward him. LaToya walked beside her while they engaged in girlie small talk. They laughed and giggled while talking about men, pop culture, and shoes. And then Tammy accidentally bumped into Tyrone.

“Oops, sorry, sir,” she said. “Are you all right?”

Tyrone started out angry, but that quickly melted away into lust as the looked the two beauties over. Reading his changing vibes, Tammy’s body language changed into seduction mode as she bit a glossy pink lip and looked him over with interest.

“My, aren’t you a handsome man,” she purred.

The camerawoman extended her hand. “What my horny friend is trying to say is… Hi, I’m LaToya and blondie is Tammy.”

He laughed, shaking their hands. “I’m Tyrone.”

Tyrone looked them over again. Tammy could almost feel the lust and desire radiating off him. Was it enough to addle his mind? Enough to trick him into admitting the truth?

Tammy broke the uncomfortable silence with flirty humor, “We should run into each other more often, Tyrone.”

“How about we bump and grind against each other over in that hotel across the street?”

She was taken aback. How could he work in the sex industry and not be better at flirting and seduction? Then LaToya turned up the heat, bowing her back to better display her boobs. Tyrone looked torn between the two of them.

“A threesome?” he said. “We can all make love to each other.”

Tammy gawked a moment, but quickly regained her wits. She’d only wanted to flirt, to feel him out. He took it to the next level way too fast. So the hot blonde smiled and shook her head as her hand stroked his arm lovingly.

“Actually, LaToya and I were a little worried about coming to Sugar Town to party,” Tammy purred. “We’ve heard that some super heroines just recently vanished in here, so how safe could it be for us?”

Tyrone moved closer, looking both of them over with speculative eyes. Predatory eyes. Tammy’s heart jumped into her throat. Did he recognize her as Grimme City’s most famous and beloved investigative reporter and news anchor? Then his hands came up to caress both women’s faces, before cupping both of their soft cheeks.

“You are the two most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” he said. “I want to know both of you better. Everything about you. Bodies and souls.”

Tammy glanced at LaToya. Her protégé looked just as surprised. Did he really think that was a great pickup line? Did women fall for it? They eyes spoke volumes, and they made their decision.

“We’d like to get to know you better, too,” LaToya purred softly, turning big innocent eyes up to him.

“Body and soul,” Tammy said. “Whatever you desire.”

That wouldn’t be the first time she slept with a man to get information for a story or to solve a crime, but it was certainly the fast it went from hello to hallelujah. Then Tyrone surprised them by turned their faces to each other, and pushing them together. Tammy found herself kissing LaToya out on the street. And then her protégé’s mouth opened and the African-American beauty slipped her some tongue.

“Mmmm,” they moaned into that sensuous lipstick kiss. “Mmmm.”

“Good,” he growled softly, sounding to predatory. “A beautiful sight. Come.”

Tyrone leaned over and kissed first Tammy, then LaToya. He quickly ushered the young women across the busy street and into a hooker hotel. The manager was an old black woman who got miffed. Like how dare him bring two non-hookers into her fine business. So Tyrone paid for an hour, which made Tammy feel icky and like a cheap whore. But she was on the job, and was willing to do anything, and anyone, to save her sisters in crime-fighting.

Apparently, I’m about to do LaToya, too.

It wouldn’t be the first time the two of them hooked up and had nasty, nasty sex. Of course, the seven previous times had all been under duress. They’d been captured and forced to put on lesbian sex shows for that captors.

Tyrone took them up to a third floor room overlooking the street. Queen bed. Bistro table and two chairs. Dresser with old school CRT TV, porn on the screen with the volume off. He pulled them both in for threeway hugs and kisses. They were prompted to remove their tops, and then start undressing him. The topless beauties did what he expected, while he played with their tits.

“Oh, wow, you’re packing a lot of heat,” LaToya said as she eagerly wrapped a hand around his cock.

Tammy cut her a concerned look. Was she lost in lust already? It was a problem for Valkyrie women. Sex came too quickly, too naturally for them. Their bodies, and their psyches, craved physical pleasure too much. It was a problem. One had to control her natural urges and needs. LaToya apparently still struggled with that.

Well, honestly, so do I, Tammy thought.

Tyrone gently pushed LaToya to the floor, where she knelt before him and started sucking his dick without further prompting. Tammy turned worried eyes on her. Was she already lost in lust? They were sleeping with him for a reason. But then the big black man pulled Tammy in tight, grabbed a large firm tits, and claimed her lips in a passionate, open-mouth kiss.

Tammy melted. Too good. Too much heart and passion. She knew deep down she had to go about their loveplay with a cold heart, but it was already too late for that. Her insides were melting fast into a flutter mess. Her head was almost as bad, already focused on getting him inside her.

I hate it when everything goes south like this.

He pinched and twisted a sensitive nipple.

“Aaaiiee!” Tammy cried. “Be gentle. My boobies are very sensitive.”

His hand moved into a cupping of her breast. Tyrone kissed a line down her neck as her head lolled back. He continued down to her chest, and smothered her tits with kisses, nibbles, and nuzzles. He rubbed his face all over the silken softness of her breasts. That’s when she felt his hand unfastening her tight pencil skirt.

“LaToya, please pull Tammy’s skirt down and off,” he commanded in a nice voice.

The cameragirl did as ordered, without hesitation. Tammy bit her lip as she watched her friend’s hands strip her down to just white thong and heels. Then without being asked, LaToya pulled her thong. Only, she was so wet and sticky down there that the beautiful black woman had to pull it off like a bandage. Yeah, sticky wet. So embarrassing!

Tyrone reached down and grabbed her pussy, curling his middle finger up inside her. Two knuckles deep. Oh, she felt that in her bones. Tammy gasped, lifting up on her toes. Then Tyrone pushed LaToya’s face up between the reporter’s legs. The young woman started eating pussy right off.

“Mmmm,” LaToya moaned.

“Oooo,” Tammy cooed.

Tyrone reclaimed Tammy’s lips and boobs, kissing and molesting her roughly while LaToya ate her out exactly how she liked it. Her friend quickly pushed her over the top, body erupting in divine glory as she cried out into his mouth.

“Aaaagggh!”

“Uummmm,” LaToya moaned when Tyrone flooded her mouth with hot cum halfway through Tammy’s orgasm.

“Don’t swallow. Don’t spit,” he commanded. Tyrone yanked LaToya up by her hair, and then forced the two women to kiss again. “Now snowball her.”

Tammy’s eyes widened as LaToya pushed his cum into her mouth. She cut her eyes up to Tyrone’s grinning face.

“Now both of you swallow.”

They did. Tammy felt her face heat up, but LaToya looked blissful. Not good. Then he pushed Tammy to her knees, made her strip off her friend’s pink leggings, and finally made her eat out LaToya while he kissed and fondled the beautiful black girl. The undercover sidekick came in record time. Yeah, she as that aroused already.

“Can we get in bed now?” Tammy asked, licking her wet lips.

Since he’d ensured each of them climaxed, Tammy worried he would feel satisfied and leave. Getting him in bed would ensure time to covertly question him about the newly missing super heroines. Maybe even get a hint of how the other heroines were doing inside the House of Joy.

Together, the two women got Tyrone up in the middle of the bed, then lay to either side of him. They both wrapped a hand around his semi-flaccid cock. Yeah, well-hung. They kissed and nuzzled him while stroking his member.

“You are so big and strong,” Tammy purred. “I bet you are a major player in this district.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong,” he said. “I’m pretty important at the House of Joy.”

“What’s that?” LaToya asked innocently.

“It is the most popular club in Sugar Town,” he said. “In large part due to me.”

“House of Joy? Isn’t that… Is that the club the ex-heroine, Ms Patriot, owns?” Tammy asked.

“It is,” he said.

“Wow. Are there any other heroines there?”

“Yes. Patriot Girl, Silver Girl, Purple Avenger, and Justice Star all work there, too,” he said.

“Wow,” Tammy said, acting as if she was utterly amazed and awed. She released his cock to run her hand all over his muscular chest. “You really are like super strong.”

“I’ve gone toe-to-toe with every super heroine in Grimme City,” he said. “And won the fight.”

Tammy almost rolled her eyes. Not a hundred percent true. Though, he had obviously won a few.

“What about those other missing heroines?”

“Silver Angel and her ilk?”

“Yes. Do they work there, too?”

“No. They are…” His phone rang. Tyrone bolted out of bed. “That’s the boss lady.”

He took his phone into the bathroom and spoke a few minutes. Tammy sat up next to LaToya and waited for his return.

“Stupid phone call,” LaToya voiced her concern. “He was just about to tell us where to find Silver Angel and the others.”

Tammy nodded, but knew that wasn’t true. He might’ve told them, but he might’ve ended up saying he didn’t know what happened to them. Or he could just repeat one of the rumors going around. Then he came back out and grinned.

“I only have a few minutes, so…”

Tyrone pushed Tammy back, spread her legs wide, and mounted her.

“Ugggh! Ooh, baby, be gentle.”

He laughed as he started pounding that pussy like a man possessed. She felt that cock profoundly. He was quickly rocking her world, pushing her closer and closer. Until… her insides erupted. Tammy cried out, bucking and wiggling as he continued plowing into her through her orgasm. And then he pulled out, pushed LaToya to her back, and mounted her.

“Aaaah!” the busty protégé cried. “Oooh, baby, baby, baby.”

The big black man fucked her long and hard. She took twice as long to climax, but climax she did. Hard and loud.

“Aaaaggghh!”

He barked a laugh, pulled out, and rolled off the bed. Then he dragged both women to the side of the bed. They knelt atop the bed, side-by-side, while he jacked off in their faces. Tammy sat back, feeling his thick, viscous seed cooling on her hot face.

“But…” she tried to protest when he started dressing.

“No. I have to go,” he said. “It was fun. Give me your numbers and maybe I’ll call you to do this again.”

He wants us to be his bootie calls? Tammy thought.

He handed his phone to LaToya, who put her name and number in. Then Tammy received the phone, and added her name and number to his phone book.

Moments later, Tyrone strode out of that hotel room like a king. The two women remained kneeling on the bed. They looked at each other. LaToya reached over and scooped cum off Tammy’s face, before thrusting her finger into her mouth.

“Really?” Tammy asked.

“Oh, sorry. I’m still flying high,” she said, shamefaced. Then her brow quirked. “We still have twenty minutes, you wanna…?”

Tammy looked at her, then at the closed door. She shrugged. “Yeah. I kinda do.”