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Purple Avenger: Getting Penguined

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

 Lovely brown eyes cut left and right, scanning the busy street below. Scantily clad young women were everywhere she looked, along with a wide assortment of men. Wealthy men in expensive suits mingled with unemployed street thugs. Pushers and pimps hung back in the shadows, watching everyone intently. Gangbangers cruised up and down the street in tricked-out, fifty-year-old cars, while other men came in search of illicit sex in the family sedan. And everything was lit by hundreds of bright neon lights in every color of the rainbow.

 The beautiful African-American super heroine crinkled her nose as her eyes darted from peep shows, to strip clubs, to brothels openly, brazenly advertising all the illicit sex they offered inside. Barkers made their pitch at the threshold of every door, while homeless bums lay in drunken stupors at the foot of every wall. And just for good measure, countless junkies wandered around every sidewalk and trash can, apparently headed to nowhere at all.

 “Worst street in all of Sugar Town,” Purple Avenger muttered. “I so need to set aside a couple weeks to clean this place up.”

 The tall, statuesque beauty stood atop a three-story building, one foot perched on the low wall around the flat rooftop as she leaned over to watch the street below. Purple Avenger idly smoothed her hair, short and sassy but windblown nonetheless, while her brown eyes narrowed behind a purple mask. Indeed, her color scheme was almost pure purple on purple: mask, bikini, opera gloves, and stiletto thigh boots. Her choker was silver, as was the wide power belt riding atop her flaring hips.

 Her target wasn’t down there in his usual spot, so she started to turn away. But the distinct rumble of a Harley Davidson echoed up that narrow urban canyon before she could take a single step. Her breath caught when she spotted Big Vik roll up and park his powerful bike up on the sidewalk, directly below her.

 Target acquired!

 “Oh my, I think that slimy pimp really wants me to catch him again,” she whispered, her glossy purple lips spreading into a wicked little smile. “Oh, okay. I’ll beat you up and arrest you, Big Vik. Again.”

 The “again” made her scowl. Three months back, Purple Avenger caught him beating up one of his hookers in the alley to her immediately left. Hell, his motorcycle had been parked in that exact same spot back then. Took her just twenty seconds to mete some well-deserved justice, and kick his butt straight into a jail cell.

 Unfortunately, the tables had turned. Earlier that very day, as Grimme City Assistant District Attorney Tanika Grayson, she’d been in court with Big Vik to finalize his court date. But instead, the pimp’s dirty little mouthpiece had convinced the judge to drop all charges over the tiniest of technicalities: The pimp’s name was misspelled by one of a dozen cops involved in the booking process. Big Vik’s real name was Johan Anderssen. Well, on one document his name was spelled, John Andersen.

 Thoughtless mistakes like that just KILL me.

 So she’d asked the judge to transfer him into Federal custody for being an illegal immigrant. Ten years earlier, Big Vik had come to the US on a tourist visa from Europe. Instead of returning home when it expired, he joined a Grimme City outlaw biker gang, and eventually transitioned into being a pimp. He had a criminal record as long as Tanika’s arm, so that alone should’ve convinced the judge to act.

 The judge had refused and just let the pimp walk free. The bigoted old fool. Purple Avenger was pretty sure that if Big Vik had been Latino or black, instead of a white Scandinavian, the judge would’ve thrown the book at him.

 Big Vik thinks he’s a badass Viking, here in America pillaging and enslaving our innocent young women. That he’s king of the street and above the law. But sooner or later, every king gets DETHRONED.

 As if on cue, a pair of pretty young things sashayed up to Big Vik below. Purple Avenger watched intently, waiting to see him to physically assault one or both. She pulled her phone out to video-record the imminent crime.

 To her disappointment, he accepted their money, kissed and fondled them, but didn’t attack either of them. And then they just wandered away, back on the clock. Foiled again. Purple Avenger needed something more than just pimping. Big Vik needed to be put behind bars for a significant time, and/or deported. Pimping was only punishable by a small fine and jail term in Grimme City, anyways.

 While considering her options, Purple Avenger noticed a big, shiny black Cadillac Escalade slowly working its way down the street towards her location. It pulled over every block or so, and a pimp would go speak into the back window. And every one of them passed an envelope into the back seat of that vehicle.

 What do we have here? Has Pimp Daddy finally put all of the other pimps in Sugar Town under his heel? she wondered. Or are those pimps working for one of the mob Families?

 Either way, Purple Avenger’s inquiring mind wanted to know.

 The Escalade soon pulled over next to Big Vik, who just gave it a quick glance. After a moment, the driver got out and went around to open the back passenger door. Purple Avenger’s breath caught when she spotted the man exiting that vehicle.

 “Mayor Pro Tem Forthright?”

 Augustus J. Forthright was a career politician out of one of the wealthy northern districts. He’d grown up poor, but won a seat on City Council right out of college. He’d served for eight terms, before the major was forced out of office for corruption. Councilman Forthright became Mayor Pro Tem, and was eighteen months into serving out the last mayor’s term.

 Purple Avenger didn’t like it. Not at all. Mayor Pro Tem Forthright was one of the Good Guys in her eyes. He fought the good fight, and supported super heroines at every turn. There was no reason for him to venture into such a sleazy cesspit like Sugar Town, except to lead a campaign to clean the district up once and for all. Seeing him there, shaking Big Vik’s hand, made her blood run cold.

 They quickly moved off the well-lit street and into the nearby dark alley. Purple Avenger hurried over to peer over the edge at them. She was too high up to overhear their conversation. But she perked up when Big Vik passed over a thick envelope, and the Mayor Pro Tem opened it to reveal a fortune in cash.

 That money quickly vanished inside the politician’s suit jacket.

 “I hate it when my heroes die,” she whispered, blood beginning to boil. “Lord, how I hate crooked politicians.”

 Yet, Forthright had stood beside her and other heroines when popular opinion was against them. Maybe what she saw wasn’t a payoff. Maybe there was a good explanation. God, how she hoped there was a good explanation. Taking down a politician of his stature would not be easy, if it was even possible in such a corrupt place as Grimme City. Mostly like, it would all backfire on her.

 Mayor Pro Tem Forthright returned to his vehicle and departed. Purple Avenger froze. Follow the corrupt politician, or continue watching and waiting over Big Vik? She was a hundred percent sure the pimp would assault someone before the night was over. But…

 Big Vik isn’t going anywhere, she thought. I can pick him up anytime.

 The busty beauty took off running. She quickly returned to his stashed motorcycle. The purple racing bike roared to life in the confined space of that back alley, and then she squealed the tires as she took off in hot pursuit. It didn’t take long to catch up, despite being forced to stay in the alleys.

 Purple Avenger observed him fleecing three more pimps before the hour was up. And not all of them looked happy handing over their money.

 “I’ve seen enough,” she muttered when his vehicle pulled over again. The shapely heroine watched him get out and follow the pimp into a dark alley. Then looking to her right, she spotted very bright lights at the other end of the same alley. “What’s going down over there?”

 Cruising over to the other street, she spotted a local TV news crew on site. It was crusading TV reporter Tami Jamz from Action 69.

 “Interesting. How can I use them?”

 Purple Avenger quickly stashed her ride, and found the outside steel fire escape up to the roof overlooking the illegal payoff. The building was only two stories, so she could actually hear what they were saying. The busty super heroine found Mayor Pro Tem looking quite unhappy, with the pimp offering him a hot little blonde instead of cash.

 She smiled when the blonde hooker dropped to her knees, and went to work.

 “I’m going to catch him with his pants down, and his hand in the cookie jar.”

 Purple Avenger vaulted over the side, falling feet first to land between the politician and pimp. It sounded like a rifle shot when her stilettos struck the hard concrete, making the pimp fall back onto his butt.

 “Halt in the name of the law!”

 The hooker screamed, and took off running. Mayor Pro Tem Forthright gasped, and toppled back into a pile of trash. But before she could start berating the crooked politician, the pimp recovered and lunged at her legs. He caught her around the knees and took Purple Avenger to the ground.

 “Not tonight, scumbag!” she growled, and began pumping her thigh booted feet.

 He didn’t want to let go, but her super-powered legs were not to be denied. Purple Avenger’s sharp stilettos began shredding his clothes, tearing up his ribs, belly, and upper legs.

 “Bitch!” the pimp screamed, but released her. He rolled to his feet and staggered away. “I’ll get you for this.”

 Purple Avenger watched him leave, before she turned back to the dirty politician. To her shock, the Mayor Pro Tem was gawking at her well-displayed butt. Hey, it was why she wore that thong bikini costume. The man was very distracted at the moment.

 His eyes rose up and locked onto her big boobs when she turned around to face him. The statuesque African-American rolled her eyes. Men! She also noticed his dick was still hanging out, though completely flaccid after her perfectly timed coitus interruptus.

 “Thank God you showed up, Purple Avenger,” he suddenly cried. “Those vile vermin had accosted me, and were…”

 “Sucking your dick,” she finished. “Yeah, right. Try again, Mayor Pro Tem Augustus Forthright.”

 “It’s not what you think, Purple Avenger,” he pleaded as he stood up.

 The fifty-five year old politician stood a head taller than the beautiful masked vigilante. He always took her breath away. Purple Avenger liked older men, and his silver temples and tone body looked amazing in that dark suit. He reeked of “white privilege” but damn, he looked so good doing it.

 “That’s good, because what I think, and recorded on my phone, was you taking bribe money from Sugar Town pimps,” she said. Then she leaned into him, despite his greater height, with gloved fists on her hips, brown eyes narrowed. “How could you? I trusted you! The city trusted you! You were my…our paladin for truth and justice. Our white knight.”

 He cringed, looking so guilty and remorseful. An act? Or real fear of the repercussions?

 “I know. I know. I’m so ashamed, but Purple Avenger, you have to know and understand, I didn’t mean to go down this path,” he said, almost pleading with her. “My family has experienced some medical issues that sucked my bank accounts dry. I needed money, and fast. Politicians with financial problems quickly become ex-politicians.”

 She had heard about his grandchild’s illness, but didn’t realize it was costing the family so much of their own money. The American medical system sometimes seemed designed to destroy families financially, even when they had good insurance.

 “Fine, but that’s no excuse for breaking the law,” she said.

 Purple Avenger felt her anger and hurt fading. Better men than Mayor Pro Tem Forthright had buckled under financial pressures. And it was all for his grandchild.

 “I agree,” he said. “Listen, can’t we work something out?”

 “Well…” she waivered.

 And then she saw it. His confidence returned, and the smooth politician peeked through. Worse, his eyes dropped down into her deep cleavage, and the hungriest look spread across his face.

 What is wrong with men? she wondered. Are they all totally obsessed with sex?

 “So, I’ll be a good boy again, and you be a good girl,” he said smoothly. “We’ll just forget this night ever happened. Okay?”

 Mayor Pro Tem Forthright pressed closer, turning on the charm. Purple Avenger’s breath caught, and she had to take a step back. Her long time admiration and devotion to the man had her mind in chaos. Did he recognize she had a weakness for him? Was he taking advantage of her?

 He pressed, slowly backing her against the wall. Panting, feeling hot and tingly inside and out, Purple Avenger had to avert her face when he leaned down for a kiss. What was he thinking? Why was he trying to seduce her after she caught him dealing with pimps?

 He’s not remorseful, she thought. He’s not going to change his evil ways and return to the righteous path.

 Worse, he smelled so good pressed up against her like that. His presence was so big and dominant, calling to something deep and primal within the powerful super heroine. And then she felt his big hands on her body, on her naked skin. Well, in that costume there was a lot of naked skin to grab.

 Mayor Pro Tem Forthright nuzzled her ear, while his hands stroked her sides. She gasped, wiggled, but didn’t push him away. She wanted to push him back, but something deep inside stopped her. Her body felt energized, excited, ready to play. And she knew it was all so wrong.

 He’s a married man. And I’m not that kind of woman.

 One hand slipped up to pressed into the side of her left tit. She looked down at it, but didn’t slap it away. After a few seconds, she knew it was too late. He knew she wanted him now. Knew her body, at least, was willing, interested, maybe eager. Her conscious, not so much.

 “Please, Mr. Mayor, this is wrong,” she gasped out through a tight throat. Her big brown eyes looked up and locked with his. The connection was instantaneous and intense. “We have to stop before… Mmmmgh.”

 He shut her up by claiming her lips. She moaned and groaned, but didn’t try to break free. Instead, Purple Avenger pushed into that kiss as her passion flared. Their hands were all over each other as they made out like love-struck teenagers.

 Her costume top hit the ground. The wicked politician’s hands and lips were all over her large, firm tits. Kissing, licking, and nibbling, he was all over them. Purple Avenger writhed, back bowed, and hand around his rock hard erection. She hadn’t felt that out of control in months. And then when she felt him yank her skimpy thong bottoms aside, she looked to the right and spotted a hooker staring at them. She was just ten feet away, standing on the sidewalk.

 The hooker laughed and walked away, but that brought Purple Avenger back to her senses. She looked to her left, to the far end of the alley. It was still bright on the next street over. Bright with TV lighting.

 “Not here,” she gasped, and finally managed to push him away. Before he could push her back up against the wall, and consummate, Purple Avenger took him by the hand and started backing towards the other end of the alley. She did manage to snatch up her lost top. “It’s going to be so good, baby.”

 Mayor Pro Tem was a man aroused. His little head ruled, so he followed the sexy, topless heroine deeper and deeper into the dark alley. Purple Avenger led him close to the other end, and then dropped to her knees before him.

 “I don’t have much time, baby, so I can only give you a penguin,” she purred.

 She unfastened his belt. His trousers dropped around his ankles, and she quickly yanked his boxers down around his ankles as well.

 “A what?” he asked.

 “You don’t know what a penguin is?” she asked. He shook his head. “Wonderful. Let you show you.” He looked uncertain. “Great. You want me to suck you off, right?”

 “Yes!”

 “You want to come in my mouth?” she purred, before swirling her tongue around the tip of his sensitive cock head. “You want to watch me swallow every drop, don’t you?”

 “Yes,” he said, nodding. “Yes!”

 “Good answer,” she said, and went down on him.

 Purple Avenger sucked him like a boss. She bobbed her head up and down his long, fat shaft, working her lips and tongue to maximum effect. The gorgeous purple-masked African-American quickly had him huffing and puffing, squirming, bouncing up and down on his feet. Yes, she was driving him crazy with pleasure and desire.

 Feeling his reactions, the vivacious vigilante took him to the brink, and denied him that promised climax. And then did it again. Yeah, she toyed with his body and emotions. She felt the building frustration, and see the crazy need growing in his eyes.

 “Well, I’m through,” she said, pulling away.

 Mayor Pro Tem gawked at her as Purple Avenger stood and quickly put her bikini top back on. She turned on a heel and strode purposely toward the street as she quickly adjusted her costume.

 “Wait! Come back!” he cried desperately, following after her. “Stop! Come back! You haven’t finished!”

 The Mayor Pro Tem waddled out of the alley, out onto the well-lit street. All eyes turned toward him. Jaws dropped. Even Tami Jamz of Action 69 News looked incredulous.

 “Damn,” Purple Avenger whispered, as she ducked into the night shadows. “Someone penguined the Mayor Pro Tem.”