Sukai: Forget Me Not (Short story) (Patreon)

Note: I don't have a Sukai image to post with this story, I just put up and old image of Ms Amazing flying over Synne City. There are still some heroines I never got images made of yet. I need to work on that.

Sukai: Forget Me Not

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril

Non Canon Short Story

By JK Waylon

            “The Tenderloin is in a mood tonight.”

            Sukai stood atop a three story building mid-block on Anita Street. She was Synne City’s newest fresh out of her apprenticeship super heroine. The young Japanese ex-pat wore all pink: mask, halter, pleated miniskirt, opera gloves, and thigh boots. Even her mid-back length hair was dyed pink. There was some black piping and straps across the front of her halter top.

            “How am I supposed to find that stupid bail jumping mugger in all that?”

            The street below was packed with slow moving cars filled with men scanning the sidewalks more than watching where they were going. The sidewalks were just as packed with local men, sex tourists from all around the world, and the red light district’s celebrated streetwalkers.

            Literally thousands of scantily clad hookers strutted, posed, and pranced on those streets. Men traveled from all over the world to sample their feminine charms. Sukai couldn’t wrap her head around that thought. Why? There were beautiful women everywhere, in every country of the world. What made Tenderloin hookers so irresistibly tempting?

            The Asian super heroine shook her head woefully. It was a Tuesday night. A work night. Shouldn’t most of those men be home in bed resting up for the next day at work?

            “I’m out of here as soon as I find that slimebag,” she muttered.

            Slimebag number one on her list was Jerod Krushner. A mugger that Sukai caught red-handed and arrested sixteen weeks back. A judge let him out on bail, with a court date. He missed that court date last week, so now he was a fugitive. Sukai made it her mission to find and return him to jail, where he belonged. It was day five of her hunt.

            Sukai’s violet eyes locked on Jerod’s favorite hangout, the Pussycat Cabaret strip club. She’d already been inside twice in the last five days looking for her target. That was the sleaziest, dirtiest dive bar slash strip joint she’d visited so far. She felt the need for a shower just stepping inside.

            After scanning the street for threats, she then studied the area just outside the Pussycat Cabaret. There was a burnt out shop next door, with a pimp out front. Five hot little pieces of ass surrounded the tall Latino in a very nice suit. His hands were all over them, and they were all over him. A disgusting display of PDA.

            The pimp was the only “criminal” around the strip club. Sukai couldn’t make herself think of hookers as criminals. They were victims of pimps. And everyone else on that sideway appeared to be street people or men seeking a shot of ass.

            “I don’t even like being down in the middle of such disgusting people,” she muttered. The busty heroine grinned. “But they’ll scatter like rats when I plop down in the middle of them.”

            Stepping off the building, Sukai spread her arms wide and dropped in controlled flight. She aimed for the only open spot, between the Pussycat Cabaret’s door and the pimp. Her stilettos clattered upon landing, bringing everyone’s eyes to her. It was a sound people in the Tenderloin dreaded, the sound of a super heroine landing in their midst.

            As expected, street people and johns scattered and rushed away. The only one to remain was the pimp. Even his girls vanished. Sukai did a double-take on him. One, because he didn’t run. Two, he was that fine. Brutally handsome.

            “Well hello, gorgeous,” the pimp said, going into full player mode. His dark eyes raked her body over and over. “You’re that new heroine, Sukai, are you?”

            “I am,” she said. “And why are you talking to me? I don’t like pimps.”

            “What a shame, because I like you. A lot,” he said. “You are so fine, girl. I mean, that body is to die for. You could make a fortune working for me.”

            “What the hell?” she cried. “Are you insane?”

            “Yes, I’m crazy into you right now.”

            Her jaw dropped. Was he making a move on her? On HER? He gave her an “I’m very interested” look and brow wag. She also noticed he mostly stared at her boobs. Her tight halter did have a plunging neckline and showed a generous amount of side-boob, too. It was designed to distract bad guys, after all. And worked pretty well. Worked on him.

            Two of his girls peeked out from the burnt out shop, eyes huge and worried. One of whispered urgently for him to join them inside.

            “You should listen to her.”

            “I’d rather talk to you, sweet thing,” he purred.

            Sukai glanced at the Pussycat Cabaret’s door. Then she looked back at the pimp and shook her head. He was outrageous.

            “What’s your name, pimp?”

            “Amante Suave, babygirl,” he said in a sexy growl, dark eyes locking on hers.

            “That means smooth lover,” his redheaded hooker said in the most condescending tone.

            The redhead squeaked and ducked back inside the burnt out shop when Sukai turned her attention on her. The blonde hooker looked like she would bolt at any second.

            “Are you wearing pink contacts?” he asked.

            “They’re violet,” she snapped. Turning toward the hole-in-the-wall strip club. “Stop speaking to me. I’m on the job.”

            “Oh, I got a job for you.”

            “You what? Ewww,” she cried.

            A man exited the Pussycat Cabaret. Sukai’s head snapped around, eyes locking on the newcomer. Six foot tall. Dark hair. Scar on right cheek.

            “Jerod Krushner!” she cried in delight. “Halt, slimebag, you are under arrest for – ”

            Krushner pulled a revolver as he dropping lower and swung it around to threaten her. Sukai knew her Object of Power would shield her, but there were innocent bystanders up and down that street.

            “Run!” she screamed at the pimp.

            Sukai shifted to protect the pimp from gunfire as he darted inside with his girls. Krushner opened fire. She took every shot to her invisible shield against missile weapons. At the same time, the busty Asian charged the bail-jumping mugger. He got off five shots and was out of ammo. She plowed into him before that fact registered in his head.

            Throwing fists and elbows, Sukai battered him back against the strip club door. He wasn’t the largest man on the mean streets, but that man could take a beating pretty well. And he got in a few punches. Mostly, he tried to pistol whip her. Sukai easily blocked his gun hand.

            “Hai!” she cried, kicking straight up into his chin.

            Krushner bounced off the wall and fell face-first to the sidewalk. His left arm was limp, straight out from his body. His right hand under his body. Sukai had to disarm him before he hurt someone with that dangerous weapon. So she dropped to one knee beside him and rolled him over onto his back.

            “Thanks for saving me, Sukai,” Amante said, right there next to her.

            She jumped, surprised by his sudden appearance. At the same time, she saw Krushner’s eyes pop open. He snarled, and swung his right hand at her face. Pistol in hand.

            “Ugh!” she grunted when steel slammed into the side of her head.

            Sukai fell back onto her butt, head spinning. Krushner surged up at her, and swung again. That pistol slammed into the side of her head again. And again. And… the lights went out.

            Amante cried out in surprise at the same time Sukai did. He watched, stunned, as the man pistol-whipped the heroine unconscious. Beat the woman that just saved his life. So anger flared, and Amante kicked Krushner in the face, before punching him twice in the face. The bad guy turned and ran away.

            The pimp dropped to one knee beside Sukai. She lay face up on the sidewalk, arms thrown wide, booted feet shoulder width apart. His eyes looked on her exposed crotch, covered by black pantyhose. Then he quickly copped a feel of a large, firm tit. Gave it a squeeze.

            “Oooh,” Sukai groaned, head starting to rock.

            He pulled his hand away, and leaned over the waking heroine. Time to get a little gratitude for saving the heroine. How would she thank him for saving her from Krushner’s vengeance? Maybe saving her life, at that.

            Sukai’s eyes fluttered open. She looked at the man leaning over her. Very handsome, but with a look of concern on his face. Then she looked left and right. And that’s when the pain truly registered.

            “Oh, my head. What happened?”

            “I’m afraid you got pistol-whipped.”

            She blinked up at him. “Why? Did I do something bad?”

            “No. No,” he said. “You just…” He regarded her a long moment, mind processing everything. Then a tiny smile started to threaten the corners of his mouth. “What do you remember?”

            “Nothing. Do I know you?”

            His face lit up. She felt hope swell within herself at his reaction.

            “Yes. I’m Amante,” he said. “Amante Suave.”

            He said in a way that spoke of his confidence that she knew him. Her eyes became troubled, uncertain. His name was not helpful at all.

            “Okay. Okay,” she whispered. “Where am I?”

            “The Tenderloin.”

            “The what? That’s a cut of meat, not a place.”

            Amante gave her the most curious look. “Do you know who you are?”

            “Of course, I’m… I’m… Oh no. Who am I?”

            The pimp paused. A dozen ideas swirled in his head. Looking around, he didn’t see anyone coming back out yet. No one to challenge him. So he smiled down at her.

            “You’re my main girlfriend, Suzie,” he said. “But I call you my Sweet Saki.”

            “I am? Why would you call me that?”

            “Because you are Japanese.”

            “I am?” she asked. Then she frowned. “What do you mean by main girlfriend? How many girlfriends do you have?”

            He smiled and shrugged.

            “Six, but you are my favorite,” he said. She looked at him like he was crazy. “Do you remember my name?”

            “Yes. Amante. You told me just a moment ago.”

            “Well, I was hoping you’d remember your pet name for me.”

            She just shook her head. He noticed people starting to return to the street, moving warily. They all froze when they spotted Sukai.

            “You call me Sugar Bear, because I’m your sweetest lover.”

            She looked more confused than happy. He’d hoped for a different reaction.

            “I do? Wait, how many lovers do I have?”

            “Let’s go somewhere private,” he said. “We’re starting to draw a crowd.”

            She looked around and noticed others inching toward them, all looking wary if not outright afraid. And then Amante took hold of her right hand, and pulled her up into a sitting position.

            “Ooooooh, stop. Stop,” she cried, swoon. “Oh my head. Everything is spinning. I feel sick.”

            Amante scooped her up in his arms. She threw her arm around his neck to hang on, anything to anchor her while the world spun out of control. Then he did something odd. Her savior turned to five very pretty young women, who all stared up at him hopefully.

            “Get back to work,” Amante commanded, and then carried her away in his arms.

            “Where are you taking me?”

            “Shhh, Sweet Saki.”

            So she lay her head on his shoulder and let him be in charge. The man who claimed to be her boyfriend took her straight to a five story building. A hotel. The lobby was mostly empty, looked kind of shabby. A single old man worked behind the counter, which Amante bypassed. He took the elevator up to the third floor, and then to room 316.

            “This is my room,” Amante said. “You can rest and recover here tonight.”

            “Recover from what?” she asked. “Why did that man pistol whip me? Did I do something to him?”

            “You did nothing wrong, Sweet Saki,” he said. Amante fidgeted. “Do you remember what you did for a living before he hit you?”

            “No.”

            He leaned over and kissed her. That surprised her. She did not kiss back. Well, not until he kissed her the fourth time, which lingered until she did return his kiss. And, truth was, she did kind of enjoy it. A lot.

            “I’m your boyfriend,” he said. “You are my main girlfriend. My favorite. And like my other girlfriends… You are a prostitute.”

            “Wh-What? A Prosti… Oh my,” she said. Sukai looked her scantily clad body over. “That explains the outfit I’m wearing. Wow. Am I any good?”

            “You are the BEST,” he said. “I’ve never known anyone who loved her job more than you, and your customers love you to death. You are my top earning girl.”

            “Really? Why?”

            “Why? That’s funny, Sweet Saki,” he said. Amante kissed her long and deep. Then he looked deep into her eyes. “Because you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and the sweetest lover. It’s your deep love for sex and enthusiasm to please that makes you the top earning girl in the Tenderloin.”

            Amante, heart racing, reached to her face, dug his fingertips under the edge of her mask, and quickly peeled it off. Sukai cried out, eyes wild.

            “What the hell? Why was I wearing that?”

            “I’m sorry, but I talked you into working tonight in a super heroine costume,” he said. “That man thought you were Sukai, so attacked you. My fault. Can you ever forgive me?”

            “No, no, it’s not your fault, baby,” she purred, cupping his face. Sukai kissed him. “I’ll be alright. I just don’t want to dress like a super heroine again. I learned my lesson.”

            “As did I,” he said, a cold glint in his dark eyes for just a heartbeat. “Can you stand now? Maybe go back to work?”

            Sukai stood up, and everything began to spin out of control again. She couldn’t tell up from down, left from right. The poor girl couldn’t even find the bed to sit back on, while it was right there behind her. Amante rushed up and helped her to sit back down. It still took a few minutes before everything stopped spinning.

            “Maybe not,” she said.

            “You might have a concussion,” he said. “I’ll take you home.”

            “Where do I live?”

            “With me, of course,” he said. “All of my girlfriends live with me.”

            Amante swept her up in his arms again. That activated her symptoms again, but not as intensely as when she tried to stand or move. He carried her down to a very nice SUV, placing her in the front passenger seat next to him. Then he drove a dozen blocks away and into an older neighborhood with beautifully renovated older homes.

            They pulled into the drive of a rather large, two-story home with a large front porch. He parked in the detached garage, and carried her in through the back door. That opened into a chef’s kitchen, open into the dining and family rooms. Everything luxuriously decorated.

            “You live well,” she said.

            “We live well, my Sweet Saki.”

            He carried her upstairs to a large master bedroom. She was sat on the foot of the king-sized bed. She looked around at the luxury all around her.

            “I live here?”

            “Yes. With me, and Cymba, Starlette, Nikki, Krystal, and Teri. We’re one big family.” He brought a pink silk robe over and placed it on the bed next to her. “Are you well enough to take off that outfit? Let me know how I can help.”

            She hesitated. Why did she need to get undressed? What was he planning?

            “I’m comfortable in this.”

            “You’ll be more comfortable out of her work clothes,” he said. “Believe me. Have I ever lied to you?”

            She shrugged. “I can’t remember. And you are a pimp.”

            This laugh was music to her ears. Such a beautiful laugh. Nothing sinister about it. Sukai relaxed, and then unzipped her left thigh boot. Amante seized the tall stiletto heel, and pulled the boot off her foot. Oh, that did feel better. So he helped her out of the other boot. The halter top came off next, with her noting how his breath caught.

            “Wait a minute, you’ve seen me naked before, right?”

            “Of course. We don’t make love in the dark,” he said, chuckling. “But you are so gorgeous, I can’t help but react every time I see you nude.”

            The Japanese ex-pat needed help getting the mini-skirt off, and then her dark pantyhose. Once nude, Sukai quickly pulled the pink robe on. That tiny silky thing felt divine against her skin, but barely dropped low enough to cover her genitals. Just sitting on the bed gave Amante a straight line view of her waxed pussy.

            I’m waxed bare down there, she thought. That’s something a hooker would do.

            Sukai looked up. Amante stood so close, looming over her. Her face was crotch level to him, and she noticed a large bulge. Her heart started hammering. Mouth watering.

            Why am I getting so excited? she wondered. Unless he is telling the truth, and he is my beloved boyfriend. A boyfriend I’m willing to whore myself out for, at that. So weird.

            “How are you feeling, Sweet Saki?”

            She stared up into his dark eyes. So much passion and desire there. For her. She had to swallow a lump forming in her throat. Then she dropped her eyes to his bulge. Was his closeness a hint of what he wanted from her? Probably.

            Sukai reached out with trembling fingers, unzipped the pimp, and dug out his erection. And what an erection. Rock hard, and HUGE. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

            I’m not sure that thing will fit in my mouth, much less my vagina.

            The pink-haired Asian beauty wrapped a delicate hand around his shaft, giving it a squeeze and stroke. Then, looking up into his eyes, she leaned forward and gave the helmet-shaped glans a kiss. He smiled. So she pressed her glossy pink lips to his, held them there, and started to tease his pisshole with the tip of her tongue.

            Amante stiffened, sucking in a quick breath.

            Yeah, he likes this, she thought, starting to feel better. He’s really going to like this.

            Her mouth opened wider, and then Sukai went down on Amante. She moaned, started sucking, and began a slow bob up and down his shaft. Until…

            “Oooh,” she groaned, and fell off the end of the bed. “Sorry. Everything’s spinning out of control again.”

            Amante helped her up into the bed, under the covers.

            “Just sleep, my Sweet Saki,” he said, and kissed her. “I think you have a concussion, so the best thing for you to heal is rest. Give your brain a rest. No deep thoughts. No strenuous activity.”

            “How long?”

            “At least a week, maybe two.”

            That seemed like a long time, but she nodded and closed her eyes. Darkness pulled her down immediately.

~*~*~

            Eyes popped open. Dark room. A warm body lay in the bed with her, but a few feet separated them. She sat up and looked around, memories returning. The man was a pimp named Amante Suave. Her pimp? Part of her screamed NO. Another part said it felt right. Why else would a pimp save her, and then take such good care of her.

            Then something much more urgent demanded her attention. Her bladder.

            I’m about to burst.

            Sukai slipped out of bed and stood. A hint of dizziness swept over her, but faded quickly. She still wore the pink silk robe, so took a tentative step. Fine. So another and another, all while making for the open bathroom door. After relieving her bladder, and not feeling sleepy, the busty beauty left the bedroom. She looked in on the other three bedrooms, none of which closed their doors. She found two beds in each room, with five women sleeping in them.

            She stared at the one empty bed. Mine?

            The shapely Asian then went downstairs to explore. There was a formal living room, full bathroom, and an office, in addition to the kitchen and family room. She turned on the office light and looked around. Desk with closed laptop on it. Pictures on the wall. And a framed diploma. The name on the diploma was Armando Cabrera. Amante’s real name? After all, Amante Suave was Spanish for Smooth Lover.

            “How do I know that?” she whispered, frowning. “I don’t speak Spanish.”

            More impressive was the fact that Amante had a degree in Psychology. Very impressive indeed. It gave her the warm fuzzies knowing her man was highly intelligent, as well as super handsome and strong.

            She began to feel the strain, so turned off the light and returned to bed. She shed the robe, and snuggled up to Amante. And sleep pulled her down immediately.

~*~*~

            “Good morning, Sweet Saki.”

            Her eyes popped open. She found herself in bed, within the arms of a large, strong man. He was spooning her. Both were naked. Then she remembered the previous night. Her boyfriend had come to her rescue, and treated her so sweetly. Amante kissed her cheek.

            “Good morning, Sugar Bear,” she purred, and turned her head to offer her lips.

            Their kiss was long and passionate. She felt his cock start to swell, pushing up between her butt cheeks. Panic filled her, remembering what happened when she tried to take care of him the previous night.

            “I’m still feeling weak,” she said. “But I was able to get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom.”

            “That’s great,” he said. “But you should take it easy for at least a week. Nothing strenuous for you. No work. Just stay home and rest.”

            She smiled. It felt so amazing that he put her health before his obvious needs.

            “Do you think you’re up to taking a shower?”

            “I think I can manage that.”

            “Perfect. Let me help you.”

            Sukai thought that meant he was going to shower with her, but instead he pulled off one of her three rings. Then he pulled off the other on that hand. Finally, he pulled off the ring on her left pinkie, and something ever erotic surged through her body. She gasped, back bowing, eyes huge.

            “Are you all right?” he asked. “Are you dizzy?”

            “No. No, I’m fine,” she whispered. She shook her head. “I think love for you suddenly welled up and overwhelmed me or something.”

~*~*~

            Amante got Sukai into the shower. He hurried out of the bathroom, heart hammering. Returning to the dresser, he picked up the silver ring he took off her left pinkie. The ring that caused her dramatic reaction.

            Sukai’s Object of Power, he thought, clutching it tightly. He grinned. Not anymore. Now she’s Suzie, my Sweet Saki. She is my girl.

            Going into his closet, Amante opened the safe on the floor in the back corner.

            He hesitated. “With his ring, she’ll heal super fast.” Amante paused, and then smiled. “What am I thinking? As an empowered Amazon, she probably healed completely overnight.”

            He placed Sukai’s Object of Power inside the safe, before pulling out a small jewelry box. He sifted through the jewelry inside until he found a ring very similar to the Object of Power.

            “She’ll never know the difference.”

~*~*~

            It was early evening, seven days after she was attacked in the Tenderloin. Sukai was alone on the house, in one of the other bedrooms. Going through the closet. Amante and the other girls said they all shared clothes. They were all about the same height and weight, so roughly the same size in clothes. Only, Sukai was bustier than the others. And two of the other girls had big fake tits.

            She’d been trying on clothes for three hours, trying to figure out what she’d wear on her first day back on the job. A little guilt made her face heat up.

            I should’ve already gone back to work, she thought. I’ve felt fine this whole time.

            Amante knew she felt fine, but insisted she take the full week off. Just to be sure.

            I love him so much! He really cares about me, and not just the money I can earn him.

            For some reason, she was really drawn to pink and purples. So at the moment, she had on the pink thigh boots she’d been attacked in. Nothing else. But after a moment, she found a pale pink halter dress. It fit like a glove. The dress was super short, plunging neckline to her navel, and left her back bare. Hell, the back was so low she showed butt cleavage. But mostly she liked the slits up both sides to her waist.

            “This is a sexy dress,” she purred. “This dress will have all the men wanting to hire me.”

            “Yes it will,” Amante said.

            “Yikes!” she cried, jumping back to overbalance, and fall onto her butt. “Ouch!”

            “Are you okay, Sweet Saki?”

            “I’m fine, Sugar Bear,” she said. Then louder, “Don’t scare me like that! I thought I was alone in the house.”

            He helped her to stand. She looked up hopefully, while wiggling her hips, pulling her hemline down, and biting her lip, all as his eyes ravished her body head to toe. The lust she saw in his eyes fired up her libido, making her squirm even more.

            “I could, you know, probably go back to work tonight,” she said, watching his face intently.

            “Do you remember anything of your life before the attack?”

            “No.”

            Amante grinned, wagging his brows, as he pressed up close and personal. He combed his fingers deep into her pink hair, while the other hand caressed a well rounded hip. She felt the bulge between his legs press into her belly as she tilted her head back and to the side, offering her lips. He accepted her generous offer, and they made out for the longest time. Then he unzipped the dress.

            “Let’s see if we can jog your memories first,” he whispered huskily. “I want you so much my body aches.”

            “Oh baby,” was all she could said, so many emotions welling up inside.

            The pimp kissed her long and deep, before kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and to her large, naked boobs. He started off by motorboating her tits, and then kissed, licked, and nibbled. Everything he did to her boobs sent the most amazing sensations spiraling up into her core, firing up her libido to new levels. Before long, she was gasping, panting, clutching at him desperately.

            He pushed her back onto the bed, forced her pink thigh booted legs wide, and dropped to his knees on the floor. The Latino pimp buried his face between her legs and ate her out like the boss man she knew him to be. He rocked her world, making her cry out, writhe, and then start bucking as she clutched his hair in both hands. Her thighs clamped tight around his head, desperate to keep him there and continuing to drive her crazy.

            “Yes, baby, yes!”

            Sukai felt something change inside. Something she knew she’d felt before, but didn’t remember anymore. Shame, because it felt WONDERFUL. Amazing. Better than… And then she peaked and her insides erupted.

            “Aaaaaggh! Oh! My! GOD!”

            Amante ate her out through two more climaxes, and then he stood and stripped. She lay on the bed, basking in the afterglow. Sukai watched her lover, her pimp, undress through hooded eyes, feeling her excitement rising.

            If oral was that amazing, I can’t imagine what his cock will do to me.

            She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Amante moved up above her, taking both of her pink-sheathed ankles in hand and spreading her legs wider. The he plopped his cock on her lower belly and wagged his brows.

            “So, what are you going to do now, Sweet Saki?”

            “Since I can’t bear it any longer,” she purred, taking his cock in hand. “I’m going to get you inside me as fast as possible, Sugar Bear.”

            Sukai guided Amante’s cock to her pussy, helping him push past her slick, wet folds and right up to her entrance. Their eyes locked. Her breath caught. And he thrust in hard and deep.

            “Ugggh!”

            The stretch was real. Her little hole sang, yet was distressed to the max. She didn’t think it could stretch that much, but definitely no more. And, damn, that penetration rocked her world. So intense, so fucking awesome.

            “Felt that, did you?”

            “Yes. Yes. Fuck me,” she gasped out, eyes incredulous. “Better than I imagined.”

            The pimp worked her over good. He brought her to climax quite fast, but then teased her afterwards. His godlike stamina and self-control let him bring her to the brink over and over, while pulling out just before she climaxed. Drove her crazy! But he fucked her to climax, it exploded like a nuclear bomb of pleasure.

            Her mind stilled after the first nuke climax. He looked so pleased with himself, telling her exactly what he wanted from her. How he wanted her to love him, and only him. How he wanted her to love fucking men for money. How he wanted her to relish her job, and all that sex, to give everyone her very best performance.

            And Sukai took it all to heart. She would be that perfect woman. She WAS that perfect woman for her Sugar Bear.

            “Tomorrow, Suzie will return to the streets,” Amante said. “And soon you will be the most sought after girl in the Tenderloin again.”

~*~*~

            Sukai barely remembered the streets of the Tenderloin red light district. What she remembered was darkness lit by street lamps and the bright neon. Lots of color. Lots of scantily clad women. And a shit ton of men seeking to hookup with those scantily clad women. It wasn’t what she saw at that moment.

            “The Tenderloin looks a lot shabbier in the light of day,” Amante said.

            He was driving. Sukai rode shotgun wearing the same outfit as the previous night: Purple dress and pink thigh boots. Two white girls and a black girl came with them in the back seat. Brown haired, brown eyed Teri sat behind the pimp in a bright white mini-dress and black thigh boots. Krystal, the black girl, wore a red top, black mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and strappy red pumps. And last, Cymba was a tall blonde, blue-eyed beauty in black leather mini-dress and black ankle boots.

            “I guess there are some guys out looking for pussy,” Sukai said, surveying the sidewalks. She shook her head. “Still, ten o’clock in the morning sounds kind of early to be looking for a hookup.”

            “Synne City is a blue-collar town,” Amante said. “Lots of factory workers doing shifts day and night. Everyone needs a chance to nail a hot chick.”

            “You are such a humanitarian,” she said, and bit her lip.

            This is going to be so hard, she thought. I still haven’t remembered my life before amnesia. What if I suck at hooking now? Amante will be so disappointed.

            First thing they did was visit the hooker hotel and get each of them women a room. Amante arranged it with the owner/manager. That’s when she learned that ancient old man could have any of them anytime he wanted as part of the deal. He was too old to have them all in a single day, but he had options. They didn’t. The hookers did what they had to do to keep him happy.

            “Suzie, you will share a room with Teri until you are comfortable,” the pimp said, handing the key to room 210 to the brunette. “And you will be a team, giving the men a two-for-one price. Teri will keep the money.”

            “Come, my perky padawan,” Teri said. “Time to start work.”

            Sukai notice maybe a dozen men out on the street. Amante’s four girls doubled the number of hookers on the job. One and all of the men turned toward them, eager to check out the new merchandise on display. A tall, white man with a sizable paunch approached their little group. He looked mid- to late-40s. Yeah, he wore a wedding band.

            “Hey, big guy,” Teri said, going straight into seduction mode. “Looking for a good time?”

            “Always.”

            “How about a special deal,” she purred. “Two for one.” She indicated Sukai. “Suzie and I are Team Ménage à Trois.”

            “Hell yes,” he said, looking eager. “I’m Doug.”

            “I’m Teri, and this is my sexy sidekick, Suzie.”

            Sukai watched Teri quickly wrap up the deal, while getting the man excited. Each woman took hold an arm and guided him to the hotel. Doug paid for Teri’s room, part of which would go to Amante. Then they took him upstairs.

            After he paid Teri, the two women helped him strip while Sukai caressed and fondled him, he fondled her and Teri, and Teri fondled her and him. Sukai found herself hot and horny by the time he was in bed, and she was stripped down to just her boots.

            Sukai quickly discovered what her working relationship with Teri would be. She would do all the real work. Teri immediately had the Asian beauty start sucking dick. Oh, they switched out a few times, but Sukai did most of the sucking. And then Teri got Sukai straddling Doug, before impaling her on his cock. While Sukai rode Doug, Teri made out with Sukai for their client’s viewing pleasure.

            Sukai felt a little put out at first, forced to do all the actual dirty work. But after a moment riding Doug’s cock, her attitude changed. Hell, everything changed. It started to feel so   good. Too good for her own good. Sukai squeaked and cried out, she gasped and groaned as she rode him harder and harder, her only desire to have a happy ending.

            Doug groaned, and she felt his cock swell inside her. Sukai squeezed her pussy tightly around him, as she continued to bounce up and down on his shaft. That intensified it for her as well, and she felt that surge to climax start. And then Doug flooded her womb with cum

            “Aaaaagggh!” Sukai screamed when her insides erupted. Orgasm pleasure pulsed through her oversexed body. “Aaagggggh. Oooooooh, yes.”

            Teri ushered Doug out, while Sukai visited the bathroom and cleaned up. Then it was back out to the street and another man. And another and another. They never stood around outside more than five minutes before one of them lured another john in. And finally at dinner with Amante, Sukai got the green light to go solo.

            She spent the night, from sundown to just back 2 AM, flirty, cajoling, seducing one john after another up to her room. She earned over twenty-four hundred dollars on her own. Her handsome pimp was thrilled with her performance. But still, Krystal earned twenty-six hundred, and the top earning girl got to sleep with him.

            “Game on, Krystal,” she muttered.

~*~*~

Six months later…

            Susie worked the corner of Anita and Cox. It was the busiest, most competitive corner in the Tenderloin. Eight different pimps worked girls there, and it wasn’t always friendly competition.

            Stepping out of the hooker hotel, hanging onto a john’s arm, Suzie kissed the corner of his mouth and then disengaged. The heavyset black man grinned at her.

            “You were awesome as always, Duane,” she purred. “See you next payday?”

            “You know it, babygirl,” he said, looking her over like the sweetest piece of candy.

            She paused while he walked away to smooth her fishnet hose. There was a run up her left calf. No annoying. Otherwise, she looked pristine. She’d visited a salon earlier that day to touchup her black roots. She wore a red mini-dress with white fur trim. Black knee boots, always with a ring of white fur around the top. Yeah, Amante had all of his girls dressing as “Santa’s Helpers” that last week before Christmas.

            It was just shy of eleven o’clock at night, and she already had two thousand dollars in her pocket. If she really wanted to get three thousand before the night was over. It would only be the second time she earned so much in six months. Amante said she used to earn over three thousand all of the time before her tragedy.

            “Three thousand a night is over a million a year,” she muttered, getting a little tingle just thinking about it. “Serious cash.”

            Of course, her pimp (he preferred being called her manager) got a substantial cut. Forty percent. She’d learned he got the same percentage from the other girls, too, so she accepted it. Some pimps in the Tenderloin took all of their girls’ money, and gave them a tiny allowance to buy clothes and makeup. Indeed, the previous day another pimp, Kid Rotten, hired her and tried to recruit her to his team. He said he was willing to take only twenty percent, but she knew some of his girls. Kid took eighty percent after he had you in his power.

            “What the fuck?” a six foot tall, lanky white guy said. He came to a stop and scowled at her. The cold December wind shifted, and the aroma of alcohol came off him. He even swayed just a little as he looked her up and down. “I hate pink haired Asians cunts?”

            “Why?” she asked, more startled by his vitriol that caring the why of it.

            “Sukai attacked him twice, and sucker punched me. Lucky bitch,” he snarled. “She arrested me. Caused me a ton of shit.”

            “Hey, I was a pink-haired cunt down here long before Sukai showed her face,” Suzie said. Truth was, she’d heard of Sukai, and of all of the Synne City Heroines, but had only seen one. Catgirl attacked Kit Rotten about seven weeks back. Tore him a new asshole. “Don’t be mad at me. I have enough problems.”

            That made him smile. “Yeah, I hear ya, sister.” Then he looked her up and down. “How much?”

            “You want a date? With me?” she asked. “But I remind you of a woman you hate.”

            “Just because I hate her doesn’t mean I don’t wanna fuck her. Or fuck you.”

            “Hundred dollars,” she said, wanting to double it. But, she was sure he knew the going price on the street. “But I’m worth five times that.”

            “We’ll see,” he said, and grabbed her just above the elbow. “My name is Jerod. Jerod Krushner.”

            “Suzie,” she said. “Charmed, I’m sure.”

            He hurried her to the check in desk. Old Man Tucker rented him her room, taking the full price for it. That reminded her that besides taking forty percent, Amante got half of her room rental every time she took a guy upstairs. Yeah, with ten girls now, he was doing good for himself.

            Moments later, she led Jerod into Room 210. That had been her room most nights for the last six months. It kinda felt like home. She asked for, and Jerod handed over one hundred dollars. Five twenties, to be exact. He started undressing while she stuffed the money in her five thousand dollar designer handbag.

            Once her john was nude, she guided him over to sit on the side of the bed. Then she did a little strip tease, gave him a lap dance, and finally dropped to her knees before him. Suzie went down on him right away. Something about him gave her negative vibes, so she wanted to finish as quickly as possible.

            “Mmmm,” she moaned bobbing up and down his cock. Her moans sent vibrations into his cock, which she prayed made him come in her mouth. Her job was over the second he came, no matter what orifice he was invading. “Mmmmmmgh.”

            “That’s good. I wanna fuck now,” he said, pulling her off his cock.

            Suzie nodded, and waited for him to move to the middle of the queen-sized bed. Then she crawled up and straddled him.

            “Let me take good care of you, baby,” she purred. “I’ll do all the work, and you can just lay back and enjoy.”

            She guided his erection to her pussy, and impaled herself.

            “Ugggh. Oooooh,” she groaned. “Oh baby, you’re so big.”

            He wasn’t. Average in every way. But Jerod seemed to swell up at the compliment. He roughly fondled her jostling tits as she bounced faster and faster. Her insides immediately melted into a hot, fluttery mess. Yet, he remained hard and didn’t feel like he would come soon. She wondered what she was doing wrong.

            “Don’t you like me on top, baby?”

            “Actually, I prefer to be on top,” he said, and rolled the hooker onto her back. her long legs wrapped around him, and he started thrusting into her body with gusto. “Yeah, this is better. Much better.”

            He slammed that cock into her tight hole for a long minute, then another, and another. Her insides changed, going into that rush to climax. Suzie’s big brown eyes rolled up, back bowed, as she bucked and writhed beneath him.

            “Oh, baby, baby, baby,” she gasped out. And then her insides erupted. “Aaaaaagh!”

            He barked a laugh. Even to her orgasm numbed mind it sounded cruel. Not an ounce of joy in it. And then his hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing so hard. She gagged and struggled for breath as he continued to fuck her hard and fast.

            Darkness began to creep in from all sides. Suzie tried to pull his hands off her throat, but he was too strong. She was getting weaker. No air. Everything began blurry as even her panic started to still. And then he released her throat.

            She sucked in air in huge gulps. Tears flowing, she shook her head and tried to make sense of it all. It wasn’t the first time a john choked her. They usually asked first. Not always. But that was the fiercest, tightest choke she’d felt so far. And then Jerod pulled out.

            “Hey!” she cried when he flipped her over to all fours. He yanked her head back by her silky hair, and then thrust back into her pussy. “Ugggh. Be gentle, baby.”

            “Fuck you, whore,” he snarled, and slammed into her hard and fast.

            His hips slapped her quivering butt cheeks loudly. Then he punched her in the ribs.

            “Stop hitting me!” she cried. “Stop hurting me.”

            Instead, he rolled off the bed, with his hand still holding her hair. Suzie was jerked off the bed, whereupon he slammed one punch after another into her belly. Jerod knocked out her breath, so she struggled to breath while he continued to pound her. Until…

            “Stupid pink-haired whore,” Jerod snarled, and smashed an uppercut to her chin.

            The lights went out.

            Suzie woke up in an awkward pile on the floor. Her eyes fluttered open to see her john rifling through her purse. She groaned when he stuffed all of her money into his pocket.

            “No,” she gasped out breathlessly. “Mine.”

            “Not anymore,” he sneered. “Stupid whore.”

            Jerod strode to the door, opened it, and stopped. Amante stood there. Suzie’s eyes locked with his for half a second. And then the big pimp hauled off and punched Jerod in the face. He was inside, slamming the door closed, in a flash. Jerod tried to stand up, but Amante kicked him in the face. Then he grabbed fistful of hair, and slammed the bad guy’s face against the dresser over and over. Left his face a blood ruin.

            “He stole my money,” Suzie gasped out, and then the lights went out again.

~*~*~

            “Where am I?” she cried out, sitting up in bed.

            “Back home,” Amante said. “And don’t worry, I got your money back from that dirtbag. It’s in the safe.”

            She just looked around blinking. Her head still ached, especially her jaw. But the worst pain was by far her ribs. She wondered if he broke some of them.

            Looking down at her nude body, her breath caught. For some reason she expected to see herself dressed in all pink.

            Where is my costume, she thought. Costume? What costume?

            “I’ll get your money,” he said. “I haven’t taken my cut yet, just so you’d know I wasn’t cheating you.”

            What money? Why would I think he cheated me?

            Then his face registered. Armando Cabrera, AKA Amante Suave. A pimp. HER pimp. Six months of sex work flooded back in, filled her head until she swooned.

            I’m whore. A streetwalker, she thought in horror. He’s my stinking pimp!

            But she shouldn’t be a whore. She knew it instinctively, yet not why.

            “Amante! I’m confused,” she called. “Amante? Amante?”

            He was in the closet. Getting her money. Whore earnings? Ewww. Yet…

            Slipping out of bed, she swooned for a moment. Once she had her balance, she slowly walked over to the walk-in closet. Really, it was larger than her childhood bedroom.

            How do I know that?

            Two thirds of the clothes were his. A lot of suits, mostly. But there was a section of fine feminine wear. Designer dresses, mostly mini-dresses to show off her curves, boobs, and legs. There was a wall of shelves with sexy designer stilettos in every color of the rainbow. She recognized a small fortune in dresses and footwear. All paid for with hooker money.

            Six month a hooker, she thought. Before that? A…

            Amante stood up and turned away from the safe. He had a thick wad of cash in hand. Her eyes locked on it for a second, and then dropped back down to the open safe. She locked on a single item inside. A silver ring. And everything came back in a rush.

            “Oooooh,” she gasped, collapsing to all fours. Amante rushed up to her, looking all concerned. “I’m fine. Just a little dizzy, that’s all. Too many blows to the head, I think.”

            “Let me help you back to the bed.”

            “No. Just go,” she said. “Go count the money, and take your cut. I trust you.”

            “Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to just leave you in distress like this.”

            “Don’t’ worry, Sugar Bear,” she said, pausing to wonder why that pet name came so easily to her lips. “I’m going to pick out an outfit for today. But I’m not sure I can work.”

            He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, Sweet Saki. It’s late. No need to worry about returning to work.”

            She closed her eyes, body all a-tingle. Sweet Saki. God, how she loved to hear him address her so. Loved it way too much. She glanced at the safe, at the ring that called to her soul.

            “Just go count the money,” she said. “Let me have a moment to gather myself.”

            He left her alone, very reluctantly. She crawled over to the safe. Pulling the ring off her left pinkie, she quickly snatched up the ring inside the safe. She clutched it to her chest, so many emotions came roaring through her. Then she slipped it onto her left pinkie.

            “Mmmmmmgh,” she moaned when a very familiar, uber erotic wave washed through her shapely body. She savored that libido stimulating sensation, basking in the glory of it all. “I am empowered again.”

            Her eyes fluttered closed, all the memories flooding her head, both before and after her unfortunate fight with Jerod Krushner outside of the Pussycat Cabaret. Before that life altering moment, she was a super heroine. Flying around and helping people. Strong and respected. After, she was Amante’s girl. His hooker, making men happy on her knees and back.

            “I really never made anyone happy as a heroine,” she whispered. “Even the cops resented me. But every man, save Jerod Krushner, went away happy while I worked in the Tenderloin.”

            The fact she couldn’t vocalize being hooker spoke to her. Why? For some odd reason, she wasn’t ashamed. It was pleasant having sex. She never once disliked it, even when fucking some pretty loathsome dudes. In fact, most of the men she fucked as a hooker were poor, if not criminals. A good sixty percent were old enough to be her grandfather.

            “All because Amante lied to me,” she said. “He lied about me being his girlfriend and prostitute. He tricked me into turning tricks. My God, I’ve been in love with a pimp for the last six months.”

            Love. Just admitting it in her head sent her reeling. So many emotions. Even knowing what he did to her, how he lied to her, how he used her for his pleasure and profit, did not dampen her love for the man.

            Why does love make it all okay?

            Love was something she hadn’t known since going out on her own. Oh, her parents still loved her. But no one felt romantic love for her, and vise-versa. The only love she’d known was between girlfriends, like Harley and the other Synne City Heroines. While she was kind of sure Amante really did love his girls, all of them, but how did she feel about him now? Before Jerod beat her senseless for the second time, she loved and adored the pimp above even herself. Now?

            She stood up and rifled through the dresses. Her Sukai costume wasn’t there, though the costumes pink thigh boots were right there. So she put them on, and then a white mini-dress. Returning to the safe, she dug around and found her Truth Medallion. So, with the medallion clasped in her right hand, she headed into the bedroom.

            “Hey, Sugar Bear,” she purred.

            He stood by the dresser, two stacks of bills waiting for her approval. She quirked a brow. The idea of such a scrupulous, honest pimp confused her. Yet, he’d still lied to her about who and what she was for six long months. All to keep her selling her body for him.

            “Keep it all. You probably saved my life again tonight,” she said. “I’m good.”

            “Are you sure?”

            She smiled up at the gorgeous Latino and nodded. Then she opened her right hand and showed him. Amante looked at the Truth Medallion.

            “Gotcha,” she said, trigger in magic inside the medallion.

            Amante froze, eyes glazing over. He was entranced, and would tell the absolute truth. To the letter. And there was no question he wouldn’t answer, either.

            “You know I am Sukai, right?”

            “Yes.”

            “Why did you lie to me and say I am Suzie, or Sweet Saki?”

            “You are so beautiful,” he said. “I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I had to have you. So I lied.”

            “Why did you whore me out if you wanted me so much?”

            He shrugged. “Why not? It’s what I do. I love hookers, always have. I love being a pimp with my own hookers even more. I wanted you in every way, including working on the street.”

            “Wow,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, it wasn’t that bad, I guess.”

            She walked around him, her stilettos clattering. Sukai looked him up and down, admiring his masculine beauty.

            “What do you feel for me? Love? Hate? Spite?”

            “I love you. Nothing else.”

            “Wow. You’re not going to make this any easier,” she muttered, heart pounding. She looked up into his sincere brown eye. “Amante, you will forget all about my ring, my Object of Power, and forget about my Truth Medallion. Understood?”

            “I forget.”

            “Good. When I tell you to wake, you will not remember me entrancing you or this conversation. You will just pick up the money, accept it is all yours, and continue as if nothing is amiss.”

            He nodded.

            “Wake up.”

            Amante blinked at her, and then looked at the two stacks of bills. She watched him sweep both stacks into his hand, and stuff the money into his pocket. The pimp looked her over with hungry eyes.

            “So, Sweet Saki, why did you dress up so sexy if you aren’t going back to work?”

            “Because this is the first dress you bought me,” she said, biting her lip. “And I know who much it turns you on when I wear it. The boots are a bonus. You’re welcome.”

            He laughed, pulled her into a hug, and claimed her lips. They made out for a few minutes, and then she started backing toward the bed. She led him by the hand, while maintaining eye contact. Both were panting by the time the bed pressed into the back of her legs.

            “I love you, Sugar Bear,” she whispered, tears welling up. “All I ask is for you to love me, too. I’ll do anything you ask, as long as you love me.”

The End