Ms Patriot: The Heroine Trade (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Chapter 8

Jade Manor, Thursday morning, 9 AM…

Jennifer took a sip of coffee as her guest came into the breakfast room from the door. That meant Britannia came down the front stairs and then passed through the entire mansion to get there. The English woman glanced at Jennifer’s cup, and then at the empty kitchen. She still wore the sundress and remained barefooted. Her hair was down, no makeup. Jennifer sat there in pink and gray Lycra leggings, and matching sports bra after finishing her morning workout.

“Good morning, Brit.” She pointed to her left. “You could’ve come down the back stairs.”

“Well, that’s just lovely. I wish I’d known about the back stairs. I’ve been lost for six days and twelve nights,” the blonde said, looking around. Jennifer grinned, rolling her eyes. The beautiful blonde flashed a bright smile, blue eyes sparkling. “And good morning to you, Jennifer. Please call me Madison. No, Maddy. Britannia is my alter ego.” She indicated her body. “And I don’t have a costume to be her.”

Jennifer nodded. “Thanks, Maddy. As for your all important costume, I have a man. He’s working on it right now. You’ll have ten costumes by the end of today.”

“Seriously? Wow, you’re good. You don’t even have my measurements.”

“He’s making it out of Lycra, so it’ll stretch over you like a second skin,” she said, chuckling. “But he can only replicate your bodysuit and mask. We’ll go out in a little bit to find you appropriate footwear. Maybe red Christian Louboutin ankle boots.”

She glanced at Jennifer’s sneakers and gnawed on her lip.

“I don’t have any money.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. Standing, “Coffee or tea? Are you hungry?”

They moved into the kitchen. Jennifer toasted two English muffins for Maddy, and set out five kinds of preserves and a little butter. Maddy chose her favorite tea, heated up the teapot, and soon had a steaming cup to go with her light breakfast.

“I’m going to take you shopping today,” Jennifer said. “With lots of security men, so don’t worry. We’ll get you some street clothes, shoes, toiletries, and anything else you need.”

“You’re very generous.”

“Just trying to help pay you back for your unselfish service.”

After they chatted through breakfast, Jennifer went upstairs to dress. She put on a white tank, faded jeans, and black stiletto ankle boots. Then she pulled her hair up and back into a high pony. That done, she led Maddy out to a waiting Cadillac Escalade. Four other SUVs full of bodyguards bookended them as they were driven into the city and to a high end retail district.

Once inside Jennifer’s favorite boutique, Maddy fell silent as she went through the racks. So Jennifer sidled up close and whispered.

“Are you all right? Is there something wrong?”

“No. Well, I’m not all right,” she said. Maddy sighed. “While I was Chekov’s captive, and sexual plaything, I had almost no time or mental capacity to consider everything that has befallen me.” She frowned. “The more I think about it, the more it is obvious that Chekov must have a mole inside HM6. He admitted it was a trap. So that means someone I trusted set me and my friends up to fall into his unmerciful hands.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“First, I’m going to take Chekov down with your help,” she said. “And then I’m going to hunt down and rescue Scream Queen, Opal, and Vanity.” She slanted cold, determined eyes toward Jennifer. “And then I’m going after the traitor.”

“Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you. My company has significant resources in the UK.”

“Thank you.”

Jennifer bought her a dozen dresses, some leggings, and multiple tops. Then they visited a nearby shoe store, purchasing designer heels, boots, and even some sneakers. Most importantly, Maddy found a pair of blue lace-up ankle boots, and then grabbed some red replacement laces. Blue and red was her heroine colors, after all.

“Close enough,” she muttered.

Jennifer got a DM. “My special tailor has dropped off your costumes. Wait here. I’ll go get them.”

Jennifer slipped through the store’s back rooms to the back door, stopped just inside the door opening into the alley, and sucked in a deep breath, steeling herself.

“I am Ms Patriot!”

Light flashed as Jennifer Jade transformed into Ms Patriot. Slipping out the door, she took off running. The drop-off was three blocks over. She made good time, drawing a lot of surprised eyes. It was a treat for the citizens, since she mostly worked late nights. A couple and three young women stopped her for selfies and autographs. But she managed to slip into the alley unseen, grabbed the package, and return to the boutique. She spotted Maddy standing beside the Escalade and chatting with the bodyguards.

Stepping back into the dark alley, she stood tall and said, “I am Jennifer Jade!”

Light flashed, and Jennifer Jade stood there holding the package.

“Shall we go?” she said, striding up to the others. Her bodyguards did a double-take on her, then glanced at the boutique with annoyance. She smiled, handed the package to Maddy, and thought about the e-mail she would get from the head of her security. Yeah, they didn’t like it when she snuck off on her own. “Take us home, boys.”

Security quickly got them headed back to Jade Manor. She and Maddy engaged in small talk for the men’s benefit, talking clothes, shoes, and makeup. They compared their recent experiences at Taylor Swift concerts as well.

“I can’t believe you’re a Swiftie, too?” Maddy said as they entered Jennifer’s bedroom. “My, um, associates where I work look at me like I’m crazy when I talk about Taylor.”

“Please, Taylor’s all about female empowerment. I adore her,” Jennifer said. “I grew up listening to her. Her music is the sound track of my life. I never miss her shows when she passes through Grimme City.”

Leaving the purchases from the boutiques on the bed, the two women went into the hidden dressing room. While Jennifer had her magic spell to transform, Maddy had to open the package and pull out the new costumes and masks. As promised, the blue, red, and white Lycra stretched perfectly over her busty body. Then she pulled on the new ankle boots, and a pair of red leather driving gloves. The mask was glued on last of all.

Maddy turned to the full length mirror and studied herself critically. Everything was to perfection. Her sleeveless bodysuit was blue, with a large red cross over her abdomen. A red Lion Rampant rose up out of her deep cleavage. She accessorized with red mask and driving gloves, and the blue ankle boots with red laces. It still wasn’t her full costume, but close enough for now.

“And now I am Britannia.”

They headed down into the Patriot Cave and jumped on the crime computers.

“Those wicked white slavers will rue the day they attacked us,” Ms Patriot said. “We’re going to find them, and then make sure they get exactly what they so richly deserve!”