Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 13) (Patreon)

Chapter 13

Her breath caught. Lady glanced at the bed. Would she end up there tonight? He’d tried to get between her legs every time she’d met him. Fortunately, he valued money more than sex.

Maybe I should’ve sent Justice Girl or Platinum Angel over instead?

“Listen, Big Dawg, I truly regret losing my temper at our last meeting. There is no excuse for what I did, and I beg your forgiveness. I promise it will never happen again.”

He looked anything but impressed by her apology. Big Dawg leaned forward, a menacing movement in her current emotional state. His words were as harsh as expected.

“That was the second time you kicked me, and you promised to never to do it again after the first time. I believed you. And then you kicked me even harder the last time.”

Fuck, I’d hoped he’d forgotten that fact.

“That’s fair. I have a temper, I admit,” she said. Lady smiled at him, making it little girl sexy and flirty. Men always melted when her Courtney persona smiled at them like that. “Can’t you forgive me? I swear, I will try my best to not resort to violence in our future dealings. I value your friendship and help.”

She reached into her left thigh boot, to a secret pocket, and pulled out one thousand dollars cash, ten hundred dollar bills. His price for information. Lady placed it on his lap and quickly stepped back out of reach. Big Dawg’s head never moved. She couldn’t tell if he looked or not, but after a moment he leaned back in his seat and his left hand picked up the money. He casually stuffed it in a pocket.

“That’s for kicking me. I’ll need another thousand for the info.”

“I’m not rich,” she cried. “I don’t carry that kind of cash around. Okay, I’ll get it for you. Just tell me where to find Zephyr.”

He regarded her a few minutes more. Then he gave her a slight nod. “I’m willing to wait. When you get me the money, I’ll tell you the information.”

“I need it tonight,” she cried. “I have no way of getting my hands on a thousand dollars at this hour.”

He gave a slight nod, smiled, and unzipped. “There is a way to convince me.”

Her jaw dropped. He’d made no bones about how much he’d like to get to know her better. In the biblical sense. Lots of men did. Maybe most. But Big Dawg had made two very aggressive tries, both resulting in her kicking him. Rumor was Platinum Angel had gone there a few times, but then that other heroine had the most sullied reputation of all the heroines.

“That would set a bad precedent,” she whispered.

“Not for me,” he said, and pulled out his cock.

She reeled back. Biggest, thickest dick she’d ever seen. He started stroking it, making it grow and thicken as it hardened. Lady struggled to breathe. To even think coherently. Then she remembered all the nasty things she did with Chad, the god-forsaken Golden Dragon of MAAD in the state.

Her mouth started to water, insides getting hot and trembly. A tiny groan escaped as her body prepared to have sex. Why? She hadn’t decided to humor him.

If I don’t, then I condemn Zephyr to at least another night and day as a sex slave.

“I am… Uh. I am a respected super heroine, Big Dawg.”

“I know. That’s why it’s so perfect.” He leered at her. “All you have to do is suck it. Just suck me off, Lady, and I’ll tell you where to find Zephyr.”

She squirmed, looking all around. Tiny sounds of distress bubbled up. Her mind remained in chaos, making it impossible to think up better plans. Impossible to come up with something to convince the informant that they should not have sexual relations. It would definitely set a new precedent, and she might have to have increasingly intense and involved sex with him every time she needed information in the future.

Lady stared down at his erection. So big and thick. Was that a bead of pre-cum forming on the tip? Her mouth watered. She licked her lips, heart hammering.

“Fine,” she finally gasped, shaking her head. “I’ll do it. This one time.”

Lady stepped closer, but stopped. Biting her lip, she stared down at the massive black cock in Big Dawg’s hand. Pre-cum was oozing out the tip, making her throat tighten.

“Take off your top.”

“Wh-What?”

“You heard me. Take it off. I want to see your tits,” he said. “I want to play with them, kiss them, suck on them. Then you can suck me off.”

She rolled her eyes. She hadn’t done anything yet, and he was already upping the ante. Making more demands of her and her body. Lady slanted a look back at the door, but then started to remove the top. It was already going beyond just a BJ. It looked like the more she delayed the more he demanded.

“Fine,” she muttered. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”

Lady pulled off her top, holding it out to the side and dangle from her hand. Her other arm lay across her naked boobs. Oh, Big Dawg already got a quick look, but she quickly covered them. She watched him lick his lips, hands making little squeezing gestures in anticipation. Was he already imagining what she felt like?

A chill slithered up her spine, goose-fleshing her shoulders. Lady released the top to fall to the floor, hoping it would pull his eyes over. Maybe it did, but she couldn’t tell behind those dark glasses. Then he lifted his index finger straight up, and did a spinning movement. She understood. Lady lifted both hands above her head, revealing her tits again, and did a slow turn before him. Let him see her topless from all sides.

The trembling heroine stepped closer, and closer. Leaning over, hands on his shoulders, Lady rubbed her tits in Big Dawg’s upturned face. His hands came up to fondle her, before his lips parted and his tongue came out to lick her heavy boobs, her perky pink nipples. She gnawed on her lip, eyes closed, and groaned as he sucked so hard on her nips, pinched and pulled those sensitive little buds.

Big Dawg reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her face down to his. Her lips to his. She resisted just before their lips touched.

“Biggie, I don’t think we should…”

His head tilted, and his full lips pressed firmly into her. It went straight to open mouth kiss, tongues dancing in her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

Lady straddled his lap, both arms going around his neck, and they made out hot and heavy for the longest time. He guided one of her hands to his cock, and she took over stroking him. She struggled to breathe with that massive member in hand. So damned thick!

Breaking free of his lips, she rolled her head back as he kissed down her neck. The massive informant motorboated her tits, before kissing, licking, and nuzzling them. He sucked and nibble her nipples some more, all while Lady slowly pulled away. Then she placed her hands on his knees, pushed them apart, and dropped to the floor between them.

On her knees, Lady took his cock back in hand. The head was shiny with pre-cum, so holding his eyes, she leaned over to start licking it clean. Lady licked that monstrous black cock from tip to balls, and then rubbed her face into his hot, hairy, nutsack. Oh, he enjoyed that. So she licked her way back up and all around his shaft, to finally open wide and wrap her lips around his crown.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, sending in good vibrations as she gave him intense head.

The busty heroine alternated between head and deep bobbing up and down onto his cock. She sucked him off the best she knew how. And it wasn’t a quickie. It took FOREVER to get him off. Lady started to wonder if he had performance issues.

His cock jerked. Big Dawg’s hand pressed down on the back of her head, shoving Lady down on his cock. And just in time, because he flooded her mouth with hot, viscous cum. Slathered her tongue with it, making that salty taste so intense. And there was so damned much cum! His balls were big, but not that big. Or so she thought.

“Swallow every drop, slut.”

Slut? That’s fucking uncalled for.

She’d already swallowed half of it, so went ahead and finished the job. Really, it wasn’t so much swallowing as just allowing it to dribble down her throat. After all, his cock was so far into her mouth she could not swallow if she wanted to. As soon as his hand pulled away, Lady pulled off of his dick. She sat back on her legs, still between his knees. She studied his always stoic face as she licked her lips.

“Zephyr?”

He sighed. “That was as good as I thought it would be.”

“Thank you, but back to Zephyr. Where is she being held?”

He silently stared at the topless heroine a moment longer, licking his lips as his cock slowly deflated. Finally, he stuffed his dick back inside his pants and smiled at her.

“You’ll find Zephyr on either the top floor or basement of the Wicked Girls Brothel.”

“Randy Girl’s brothel?”

“Yes.”

“Dammit, I knew it,” she snarled. All that sex with Big Dawg for nothing. Well, it was confirmation that what the heroines all thought was true. “Thank you, Big Dawg.”

She stood, snatched up her top, and headed toward the door as she redressed. Her head filled with how best to attack the brothel. She couldn’t do it alone, that was for sure. Especially when Zephyr could be either at the very top of the building, or in the basement.

Back outside, straddling her bike, she pulled her phone and sent a group DM asking for help. She gave a brief outline of what she discovered as well. While waiting for their replies, Lady fired up the racing bike and headed for the docks.

She passed by the MAAD building. It was dark and the parking lot empty at that late hour. Still, it always gave her the creeps driving past it, even as her other persona. Not long after that Lady turned into an alley. She parked her bike halfway to the other end, dismounted, and walked the rest of the way. From there she could see the corner of Wicked Girls, the neon sign out front still bright in the night. Men coming and going. So many men up and down the street, mostly loitering despite not looking homeless.

“I swear, I’ll never understand why men want to…”

“Look! In the alley! There’s Lady!”

Twenty or more of the loitering men turned and charged her.

“No!”

Who the hell were they? Why did they all act as if they were expecting her? And then she heard men in the alley behind her.

“I’m surrounded!”

Someone shouted a MAAD battle cry. She knew it was a trap. Lady didn’t hesitate after that. She took off running back to her motorcycle. Men came out of the back doors of buildings, most carrying some kind of club. So they were trying to beat her down and capture her.

Lady kicked and punched her way, barely hindered, as she fought toward the bike. More men behind her than ahead, so she knew which way to flee by the time she reached her bike. The engine started, revved, and she toed it into gear and hit the gas.

Popping a waist-high wheelie, she took off down the path of least resistance. Using her front wheel and lashing feet, she forced her way back down the alley. And then was past them all!

“Wahoo! Nice try, you fools!”