Ms Patriot: Thankfully Bimbolicious (Thanksgiving Short Story) (Patreon)

Happy Thanksgiving (US holiday). May everyone around the world have a joyous day and long weekend. Now, you may be thinking the picture of naked Ms P being led away on a leash by Erica Sambino isn't exactly a "Thanksgiving Day" pic, but I assure you it is relevant and Erica is very thankful.  

I hope you enjoy this little holiday short story. I'm am very thankful for all of your support.

Ms Patriot: Thankfully Bimbolicious

By Don Ship

Jennifer Jade stopped to look around the busy downtown street. City workers were busy putting up Christmas decorations already, but the city wouldn’t light the official Christmas Tree until the Sunday night after Thanksgiving. There was a nip in the air and everyone seemed just a little happier.

Why shouldn’t they be happy? she thought. Thanksgiving Day is tomorrow, and most of them were released from work at noon for a four day weekend.

Indeed, Jennifer had released her employees at lunch for the long holiday and shopping weekend. They left with their holiday bonuses, too, primed and ready for Black Friday. But first, the big Turkey Day meal. And speaking of meals…

Jennifer’s flat, tone belly growled. She didn’t eat breakfast, so she was very ready for lunch. Instead of turning into her luxury high-rise building, with her penthouse on top, the raven-maned beauty crossed the street to her favorite restaurant for lunch. Her five-inch black stiletto pumps clattered and scraped on the pavement as she hurried across, long maroon silk skirt swishing around her calves, and then she made for the restaurant’s entrance. With most of downtown already released for the day, she found the inside mostly empty.

A perky young waitress with a bouncy ponytail led her to her favorite table in the corner, away from the usual crowd. Jennifer sat with her back to the wall, with an excellent view of all access points. Even in her civilian guise, her heroine sensibilities kept her ever vigilant. And a good thing.

Moments after putting in her order, a familiar and unwelcome figure entered the restaurant: mob boss Erica Sambino. Erica looked amazing in a short black leather dress, dark hose, and knee boots. The five foot three Italian-American beauty was flanked by two big, black bodyguards Jennifer had never seen before. That made Jennifer quirk a brow.

When did she get new bodyguards? Jennifer wondered. Or are did Erica finally give Big Mike and Dino a day off? Maybe the whole long weekend?

Erica spotted Jennifer right off, and headed her way. Jennifer scowled, suddenly not hungry. The mob boss had a sassy strut. She was beautiful and knew it, and flaunted it, too. But Jennifer knew Erica was even more vicious and dangerous than she was beautiful.

“Good afternoon, Jenny,” Erica said.

Jennifer remained outwardly cool. Erica knew she no longer liked to be addressed by her childhood name. Ninety-nine percent of the time, Erica addressed her as Jennifer. Just every once in a while she liked to get a dig in.

“Love your dress. Love your shoes,” Erica said. “Your hair… I’d cut it into a sassy bob if I were you. You’d look halfway decent then.”

Jennifer smiled. “Thank you, Ms Sambino. I always enjoy receiving beauty advice from middle-aged women.” Erica stiffened. “Oh, not that you are old. I mean, you look absolutely amazing for a woman of forty-five.”

Jennifer almost giggled. The look of shock on Erica’s face was priceless. Erica was only ten years her senior at thirty-five. 

“You’re absolutely adorable,” Erica said, brown eyes narrowing. “But I’m not here to trade barbs with you, Jen. I’d like to offer a truce through the end of the year.”

Well, that’s never happened before. The mafia never ceased and desisted. They were 24/7, 365 days a year. Especially the Sambino Family. What was Erica up to that she needed to call a truce? How would Erica benefit?

“Since we’re not a war, Eri,” Jennifer said. That abbreviated name dig got an ever so slight reaction. “Why do we need a truce? If you don’t mess with me, I have no reason to mess with you. And really, I never go out of my way to interfere with you, and I wish I could say the same for you.”

“Oh really? Then why did you buy up half the land I need for my Erwin Street project?” Erica asked. “I want that land, Jennifer. So I’m willing to make a deal.”

“Normally, I don’t think twice about any legitimate business you conduct, but Ms Patriot, Silver Angel, and Purple Avenger all approached me for help. They swear you have ulterior motives, and they believe you are going to use the factory you build on that site to manufacture Bliss. And maybe use it as distribution center for other drugs and weapons.”

Fact was, Jennifer as her secret alter ego, Ms Patriot, had discovered Erica’s plans while on patrol with Purple Avenger. They brought in Silver Angel because her secret alter ego was Media Tycoon Annette Moore. They wanted her to give the information to her top investigative reporters and expose the Sambino Family’s plans that way. In the meantime, Jennifer bought up all available real estate on and around the proposed construction site to bring her plans to a stop before it was even announced.

Erica leaned over in an unsuccessful attempt to intimidate. Jennifer stared back with cool baby blues. Erica held her eyes.

“I’d rethink that plan, Jennifer,” she said very softly. “People who oppose me tend to have… accidents.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Erica.”

The beautiful mob boss’s eyes narrowed. “You should be.”

~**~**~

After lunch, Jennifer didn’t go to her penthouse across the street from her company headquarters. Oh no. Not after meeting with Erica Sambino, and the mobster’s barely veiled threat. Jennifer jumped into her white Mercedes Benz sports coupe and headed for her ancestral home just north of the city: Jade Manor.

Since she’d planned to spend Thanksgiving at a friend’s house, and then go out that night for her annual fling, Jennifer gave the Jade Manor staff the entire Thanksgiving week off, with pay, not counting toward vacation. And with Lynda Lynns, her super heroine sidekick “Patriot Girl,” off visiting relatives down in Alabama, Jennifer had the big mansion to herself.

Perfect.

She had a spell to transform her into Ms Patriot, so could change into her alter ego anywhere. But, her Patriot Mobile was in the Patriot Cave under Jade Manor. If she didn’t go back then she’d be on foot. Ms Patriot couldn’t exactly take an Uber or taxi without people taking special note.

After parking in the garage, Jennifer strode into her home. She did a quick circuit through the main house to ensure no staff members decided to come in to take care of anything. Her butler was especially bad about things like that. 

Going upstairs, she passed through the vast bedchamber and went straight into the master closet. Her closet was actually three rooms. The first room was her every day and work wear closet, the next room was her shoe and boot closet, and the last was her evening wear closet. 

Instead of turning left and entering the closet proper, Jennifer stopped before a short wall of shelves filled with knickknacks, photos, and a few favorite books. She pressed a hidden switch, and the wall of shelves slide away to reveal a secret room. The lights came on the instant she stepped inside.

Baby blues quickly scanned the secret chamber, noting no intruders, nothing out of place. There were actually multiple rooms in there, including a kitchenette, full bathroom, a small bedroom with queen-sized bed, and a lounge where she stored more of her super heroine memorabilia. But the first thing she saw was the two vanities, flanking a short corridor to the elevator down to the Patriot Cave. 

She stepped past Patriot Girl’s vanity, with all her spare costume pieces. Jennifer stepped up on a three foot diameter “lazy susan” on the floor.

“I am Ms Patriot!”

There was a flash of intense light, heat infused her shapely body, and the beautiful young woman felt her attire change. The maroon silk dress vanished, replaced by Ms Patriot’s iconic costume: Blue mask, red and white vertically striped corset, red opera gloves, blue thonglike shorts, and red patent thigh boots. A golden choker encircled her neck, with a matching gold power belt around her tiny waist.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed, feeling the power belt’s magic flow into her body, allowing her to tap into the Otherworld for super strength and other powers. “I love that feeling. It’s the feeling of Power and Justice.” 

There was a high-def flat screen monitor before her face, so Ms Patriot pressed the start button. The camera activated, and started scanning her up and down and all around. The raven-maned heroine stared intently at the screen to study her costume. She noted a few minor scuffs on the boots’ slim and sexy stiletto heels, and on one toe. Otherwise, her costume looked immaculate.

“Perfect.”

She strode toward the elevator with purpose, baby blues narrowing and delicate hands curling into loose fists. Her head filled with Erica Sambino, and how she threatened her alter ego. That couldn’t be allowed to stand.

The elevator ride down to the Patriot Cave was quick, with the lights snapping on the instant she stepped out of the elevator. The Patriot Mobile was fully gassed up and pointing at the exit tunnel. She slipped into the two-hundred and fifty thousand dollar Ferrari, painted in her red, white, and blue flag theme. The engine growled to life, and she hit the gas. Ms Patriot tore through the tunnel at death defying speed, and found herself out in the open air in nothing flat. A moment later she roared up onto the highway heading into Grimme City.

Activating her onboard computer, “Computer, locate Erica Sambino.”

“Erica Sambino’s Land Rover is located at Raines Avenue and Seven Bridges Road,” the deep, sultry female voice said in the computer’s slow southern drawl. Ms Patriot rolled her eyes. It was Patriot Girl’s voice, and her sidekick thought it cute to record everything in her natural southern accent for some reason. “The engine is off, so I guess she’s inside that fine establishment.”

Ms Patriot avoided that corner, but turned into an alley one block up from there. She slowly cruised down about halfway before parking. It was still afternoon, so there was no hiding from anyone. Still, Erica wouldn’t know she was around until it was too late.

The building that Erica had parked in front of was a suspected site of her Family’s illegal activity. It looked like a normal two story boutique, but the store received very little business while showing a healthy profit. Yeah, money laundering. The back door was locked, but Ms Patriot had a knack for picking locks. She was inside within minutes of arrival.

She heard muted voices coming down from a back stairs, and from up front in the actual shop. So the Champion of Justice paused there and listened for Erica’s voice. It finally came down the stairs. So the busty heroine quickly checked the ground floor back rooms for any activity. Nothing. Then she crept up the wooden stairs, grimacing and cringing at every creak and groan. Fortunately, the mobsters were having a rather heated debate upstairs, so failed to hear her approach.

Ms Patriot found exactly what she expected, and not. The second floor was a single room, with multiple long tables. She spotted money counting machines on all tables, but not a single dollar bill anywhere. No workers. Nothing. Well, there was Erica Sambino and four well-dressed men standing around a map of the city.

Nice, Ms Patriot thought, a smile spreading across her lovely masked face. I can use that map marking all their criminal activities.

The men with Erica were two underbosses, Jimmy the Red and Tommy Gunn. Both men were longtime Sambino men, starting under Erica’s late father. Jimmy the Red was a forty-three year old redhead, real name James Tucci. Meanwhile, Tommy Gunn was a fifty-eight year old short, stout total ass of a man. Very caustic and offensive. He was dark and balding, and lived in a perpetual bad mood.

Erica’s two bodyguards from earlier stood back and watched them. She studied them more critically, since she wouldn’t be able to avoid a fight under the circumstances. The taller of the two bodyguards, at about six foot seven, had a medium afro and lots of muscles. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. His cohort in crime stood a good three inches shorter, with long dreadlocks. She recalled him as an ex-gangbanger she’d fought a few times before. Both men were clean-shaven.

After a deep, steadying breath, Ms Patriot stepped out into the open. Five faces turned toward her. Five jaws dropped. Erica’s expression gave the shapely heroine a little thrill. It wasn’t often she shocked the mob boss.

“Halt in the name of justice!” Ms Patriot shouted with her most authoritative voice. She assumed a classic super heroine pose: chin high, chest thrust out, feet wide, and hands on well-rounded hips. Then she cocked her head sassily, winked at Erica, and taunted with, “Gotcha.”

“Get her!” Erica cried. “Ten thousand to the man that knocks her fat ass out and captures her.”

Terrill and Bulldog charged Ms Patriot. With his longer legs, Terrill reached her first. He went for an uppercut, but the sexy heroine dodged aside, and dropped low to sweep his feet away. She tried to catch Bulldog in that leg sweep, too, but he leapt over it. 

“Payback is a motherfucker,” Bulldog snarled as he pounded a right cross into Ms Patriot’s face before she could fully recover. That sent her stumbling back against the wall, where he pressed up close and drove his fists into her belly and ribs, over and over. “I’ll never forget that last beat-down you put on my ass, bitch.”

The pain was exquisite. She might be as strong as ten men, and have super endurance, but Bulldog was a big man. A powerful man. And he knew how to fight, and most importantly where to hit for the most damage. His frequent punches to her sensitive tits hurt the most, the pain ripping through her statuesque body. But then she managed to bring her knee up between his legs, and they fell apart. Both bent over coughing and gagging from the pain.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Ms Patriot croaked out.

Thanks to her all-important power belt, Grimme City’s Champion of Justice recovered super fast from her injuries. Terrill, Jimmy the Red, and Tommy were coming at her fast, so she didn’t have quite enough time to recover, but it was what it was. Ms Patriot sucked it up, and counter-attacked.

Not what they were expecting.

Ducking under Terrill’s right cross, she drove a shoulder into the big black man’s side and smashed him back against Tommy. Then she juked left to fool Jimmy, before spinning into a flying roundhouse that connected with the side of the redheaded gangster’s head. Jimmy was out before he hit the floor. 

Ms Patriot had to duck under Tommy’s attempt to KO her. Dropping to one knee before him, she pounded a fist up into his balls. Yeah, Tommy squealed like a little girl before he fell to his side and started retching. But she couldn’t gloat. Terrill grabbed her hair and yanked her back to punch in the face.

“Not today, loser,” she snapped, blocking his punch with a forearm. Her right knee came up to smash his balls, but Terrill released her and jumped back. So she snapped her foot straight up into his jaw. “Ouch, bet that hurt.”

A roundhouse put him down. 

Ms Patriot stood in the middle of four men lying on the floor. None of them were unconscious. She didn’t have much time before they recovered enough to continue the fight, so the vivacious vigilante rushed Erica. She shoved the much shorter woman back against the wall, pressing her masked face in close and menacing.

“I just spoke with Jennifer Jade,” Ms Patriot hissed, baby blues locked with Erica’s very wide brown eyes. “I don’t appreciate anyone threatening my friends.”

“Well, I don’t appreciate – Ack!”

Ms Patriot cut off her protests with a red-gloved hand around her throat. She pressed her thumb against Erica’s windpipe until the woman looked distressed. Pressing her face in more, until their lips brushed.

“Listen carefully, Ms Sambino. Stay away from Jennifer,” she whispered menacingly. “If you try to retaliate in any way, shape, or form, I’ll be all over you and yours like a pit bull on a bloody steak. Capiche? ”

~**~**~

Erica stood tall, adjusting her clothes before running fingers through her tousled hair. He angry eyes followed Ms Patriot crossing the room, watching her strut out like she didn’t have a care in the world. The map she’d been going over with Jimmy and Tommy was in the heroine’s right hand. A battle trophy that truly complicated Erica’s life if her plans failed.

Once the statuesque super heroine vanished through the door, Erica turned her scorn on her men. Four big, strong men failed to defeat that holier-than-thou goodie-two-shoe heroine. Again. Sure, she was tall for a woman, but only Tommy was shorter than Ms Patriot. Jimmy, Terrill, and Bulldog were all much bigger.

I’ll get her out of that fancy power belt one of these days…

“You and Jennifer are going to pay for this, Ms Patriot,” Erica sneered as she retrieved her phone from her purse. She chose a pre-set number. It rang twice before a young sounding female voice answered. Erica smiled cruelly. “This is Erica. Is it set up?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the woman said. “She’s coming over at noon.”

“Just the two of you?”

“Yes, per your orders, ma’am.”

“Good. You have the package I sent over?”

“I do. I’ll put it to good use for you.”

“Perfect, I want her dumber than dirt by desert, Ms Mayor,” Erica said, her wicked little smile spreading. “If you don’t fuck this up, then I’ll consider your debt to me paid in full and you’ll be free of me.”

“Thank you, Ms Sambino,” she said. “I’ll do my best.”

Erica ended the call. Her men were staring at her. She gave them a wink and nod.

“Don’t worry, boys. Tomorrow we started exacting your well-deserved pound of flesh. First from Jennifer Jade, and then we’ll us her as bait to capture her bestie Ms Patriot.”

~**~**~

Thanksgiving Day, Webb Estate, north of Grimme City…

Jennifer slowed to a stop at the closed front gates. She rolled down her window and pressed the call button.

“Hello?” a familiar voice answered. “All solicitors will be fed to the lions, tigers, and zombie unicorns.”

“You have unicorns?” Jennifer asked, face lighting up as she looked straight into the camera. “I love unicorns, but I can’t ride them anymore because, you know, got my cherry popped. So sad.”

A peal of feminine laughter answered her, and the gate started to open. “You are so bad. Come on up, then. I’ll introduce you to my zombie unicorn, Peaches.”

“Best Thanksgiving Day ever!” Jennifer cried.

The Webb Estate was just half a mile from Jade Manor’s front gate, on the same street. Only Jennifer’s vast estate was larger, or older. The Webb family was one of Grimme City’s oldest blood blue families. Jennifer’s friend, Martha, was the last living member of that family, and inherited the entire Webb Fortune four years earlier when she was just twenty-six. 

The two beautiful young heiresses bonded over their shared grief, both the last members of their great families. But while Jennifer jumped feet first into business and running the family company, Martha decided to follow her true passion: Politics. And Martha was elected the youngest mayor in Grimme City’s history earlier that month.

Jennifer drove counterclockwise into the circular drive next to the front door so she could just open her car and be right there. So convenient. She knew there weren’t going to be any other guests, so it wouldn’t cause any problems for others. And then Martha met her at the door.

Martha Webb stood about five inches shy of Jennifer’s five foot ten. She had shoulder-length light brown hair, green eyes, and a slim body that rocked the off-the-shoulder flower print white dress and matching stilettos. Martha accessorized with diamond chandelier earrings and matching choker and bracelet. While Jennifer wore very subdued jewelry: diamond studs and a tennis bracelet.

Jennifer arrived in a snug black cocktail dress and matching heels. What Martha didn’t know was Jennifer wasn’t wearing dark pantyhose, but a garter belt and hose. Thanksgiving was one of the few times a year that Jennifer allowed herself to let go of her inhibitions, go out and find a hot man, and spend the night with him. Strangers one and all, and better yet if he’s visiting from out of town. Her annual affaire coquine.

“Congratulations, Ms Mayor, and Happy Thanksgiving,” Jennifer said as they hugged. 

“Thank you. It was your endorsement that put me over the top,” Martha said. “Also, I’m not mayor yet. Just Mayor-elect. Now, come January we are going to rock this town.”

They high-fived, and hugged again. 

“Has Mayor Benbrook called you and conceded yet?”

Martha rolled her big green eyes as she opened a bottle of uber expensive Chardonnay. 

“No. He’s suck a sore loser,” Martha said, pouring Jennifer a glass and handing it to her. “I won the election by over eight thousand votes. And then after he demanded a recount, my lead increased to almost nine thousand. I don’t know if he’ll ever be able to admit defeat.”

They clinked glasses and Jennifer drank deeply. Hell, she drank half her glass. It was that good. Her taste buds came alive in a way she’d never experienced. So she didn’t stop Martha when she topped her off right away.

“Mayor Benbrook is corrupt to the core, full of hot air,” Jennifer said, and took another sip. There was something about that wine. A slightly different taste, making it so compelling. “The man couldn’t tell the truth even if it was to his advantage. I was astonished every time he spoke.”

“The only person more outraged by his loss was Big Daddy,” Martha said. “I beat his political machine hands down, thanks tp you and my supporters.”

“You know I love stick it to Big Daddy,” Jennifer said, and they clinked glasses again.

Jennifer once again drank half her glass. It was so hard to stop. 

“This is the best wine ever,” she said when Martha topped her off again. Jennifer noticed her friend’s glass was still full. She didn’t recall seeing Martha adding any more to her glass. “You have to tell me the vintage before I leave today.”

“I’ll do better, and gift you a bottle,” Martha said. “Come, I’ve purchased new art I want to show you.”

Martha turned to stride away. Jennifer tried to follow, but the room shifted oddly. She steadied herself with a hand on the wall, shook her head, and looked at her glass of wine.

How potent is this wine? I already have a buzz.

She picked up the half-empty bottle to check the label. It was written in a different language. Jennifer blinked at it a second, and then giggled.

“What?” Martha asked.

“I’m so stupid,” she giggled. “I tried to read the label, but it is in another language. Then I just now remembered that I speak and read French. Duh.”

They laughed. 

“What were you checking the label for?”

Jennifer blinked at her, then at the bottle in hand. “I don’t know. I forget.”

Martha snaked her arm through Jennifer’s and led her away. They went into a formal room, with outrageously expensive art and furnishings. Her friend took her to a large painting of rather unattractive people dressed like America’s founding fathers. They were Europeans or something. Martha gushed about things like lighting, brush strokes, and things Jennifer couldn’t quite grasp. Yet, a deep part of her said she should understand it. 

This wine has messed me up nicely, Jennifer thought. And took another swallowed, and then another. I love this shit. Makes my brain tingle.

“It’s very, um, colorful,” Jennifer finally said, and knew it was dumb but not exactly why.

Martha gave her a calculating look, then smiled and kissed her on the corner of the mouth. “You’re so adorable, Jenny.”

That kiss left Jennifer’s head spinning. It made her hyper aware of Martha’s perfume, and her glossy pink lips. And her silky brown hair.

“Ms Webb, dinner is served,” Martha’s butler said, appearing out of the blue.

“Oh, he scared me,” Jennifer said, and giggled. Why couldn’t she stop giggling? “I’m so dumb sometimes.”

“I’ve noticed,” Martha said, digging her fingers into Jennifer’s ribs.

Jennifer squealed. She usually wasn’t so ticklish, but she wasn’t complaining. The blue-eyed beauty was having the time of her life. Martha was so smart and fun.

Martha escorted Jennifer into a small, intimate dining room, with a small table set for two. All of the food was set on a side table, and the butler served them. Jennifer asked for unsweetened tea, but hung onto her glass of wine, too. 

“Mmmm, all my most favorite Turkey Day foods,” Jennifer said when a plate was placed before her. “Turkey and dressing, smashed taters, green bean casserole, and… is that jelly?”

“Cranberry sauce,” Martha said.

Jennifer shut her mouth and nodded. So embarrassing. Of course it’s cranberry sauce. Duh. Before she got too deep into berating herself for being stupid, Martha started talking local politics.

Thank goodness she’s a politician, Jennifer thought. And likes to do all the talking, because I don’t know what any of this means.

Were bond votes, deficits, and tax bases something she was supposed to be thankful for? Martha loved to talk about them though. A lot. Even more amazing, her friend hadn’t even asked about her new shoes. And they were so cute, too. 

On top of that, Jennifer really wanted to know where she got those wonderful sparkly chandelier earrings. So pretty.

“That was an amazing meal, Cleve,” Martha finally said. “Please give my compliments to the chef and kitchen staff. You may clean up here, release the staff, and go home for the holidays now.”

“Thank you, Ms Webb.”

Jennifer sat up straight. Was it over? She looked down at her plate. Only half eaten, though she was out of wine again. Why did Cleve stop refilling her glass?

Martha came around to Jennifer and offered her a hand. Jennifer picked up her glass instead.

“Is there more wine?”

“There is out in the living room.”

“Goodie. This is the bestest wine ever,” Jennifer said. And giggled. “Sorry. I can’t stop giggling.”

“I’ve noticed, and it makes me happy to see you so happy, Jenny.”

Jennifer was taken by hand to the living room. Her friend poured her another glass of that amazing wine, though didn’t bother with a glass for herself. And then Martha sat next to her on the couch. Very, very close to her. Like hips pressed together close.

Her heart skipped a beat. Was Martha into girls? Was Martha in her? Uncomfortable, to say the least. Thanksgiving was Jennifer’s night to get the holy bejesus fucked out of her. By a man. 

I’m not a lesbian, she thought, biting her lip. I like boys. Big mean boys. I mean GOOD boys. Good in bed boys.

That thought made her giggle.

“My God, Jenny, you are so sexy when you bite your lip like that,” Martha purred, pressing even closer. “It makes me want a taste.”

Jennifer’s jaw dropped. Martha caught and held her eyes. That gaze proved intense. Jennifer felt it all the way down into her pussy. 

Martha caressed her face. “Have you ever been with another woman?”

“Yes.”

That seemed to surprise her friend. “Really?”

Jennifer panicked. “I experimented a little in college.”

“Ah, didn’t we all,” Martha said.

Truth was Jennifer had only fucked other women while captured as Ms Patriot. Which seemed to happen way too often. Right off the top of her head she remembered especially wonderful setbacks with Patriot Girl, Purple Avenger, and Silver Angel. And she’s even made love to Silver Angel’s sidekick and daughter, Silver Girl. Not on purpose. Bad men made them do it. And that wasn’t even counting all the bad girls she’d had sex with: bad boy girlfriends, hookers, strippers, and just pain mean girls.

Oh Goddess, have I been with more women than men? Maybe I am a lesbian?

Martha pressed up closer, her face just inches away. Their gaze intensified. When her friend’s glossy pink lips part and her head tilted, Jennifer mirrored her actions and offered her lips. Eyes locked, but half closed, they slowly came together.

“Mmmmgh,” they both moaned when their glossy lips melted together.

Passion ignited, and they made out like horny minx. Jennifer couldn’t get enough of Martha’s sweet lips. They held each other tight at first, but eventually started stripping each other. By the time Jennifer came up for air, her dress was pushed down around her hips, and her bra was missing in action. Martha was in the exact same state of undress.

“I don’t know what’s come over me,” Jennifer gasped out as her lover kissed a line down her neck and across her shoulder. “I like boy. I mean, I like girls, but not the same way. I think.”

“I’m not calling you a liar, but that was the most amazing make out session I’ve ever had,” Martha said. “You kissed me like no man ever has.”

“Women are the bestest kissers ever,” Jennifer said. “Wait, that didn’t sound right?”

“Sounded perfect to me,” another female voice said. A frighteningly familiar voice. “Happy Thanksgiving, Jenny Poo.”

Jennifer turned to find Erica Sambino standing over her. Erica wore a strapless dark red leather mini-dress, black hose, and red stiletto knee boots. The two big black bodyguards from the previous day stood to either side of the beautiful mob boss.

“Heeeey,” Jennifer said. “What are you doing here? This is a private affair.”

Erica arched a brow as she looked down at Jennifer’s naked tits, with one of Martha’s hands squeezing a plump tit. The billionaire babe felt her face heat up. Erica and her men got to see her topless, and caught her with her “pants down.” So embarrassing.

“Okay, poor choice of words,” she admitted. “But…”

“I’m an invited guest,” Erica said. She took Jennifer’s chin between two fingers, lifted it, and looked down at her glossy lips with hungry eyes. “And right now I am very, very thankful, too.”

Jennifer’s breath whooshed out. Her head spun. She was in trouble, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Did she drink too much wine? She didn’t think so. Yet, she couldn’t think of anything clever to say, or figure out a way to get out of her embarrassing predicament. And usually she was so good at stuff like that.

“Don’t kiss me,” she said when Erica started to lower her face toward her.

“Why not? You obviously like women.”

“I’m feeling really vulnerable right now.”

Erica took Jennifer’s lovely face in both hands, pressed her face so close their noses touch, and smiled.

“That’s because, Jennifer, you are very, very vulnerable. One might say helpless to stop me from doing anything I want to you.”

She kissed Jennifer. The topless beauty’s breath caught, and her eyes closed while their lips pressed together in a sensuous kiss. A kiss that felt so right. A kiss that rocked the young billionaire’s world. 

Erica finally released her lips, leaving Jennifer gasping for breath. Martha watched her with amusement. Jennifer looked at her with alarm.

“Why is the mean girl here?” Jennifer asked. “I don’t like her.”

“I’m here to teach you, Jenny,” Erica said. 

“Teach me?” Jennifer asked. Erica nodded. “Teach me what?”

“Obedience to your betters,” Erica sneered. “Strip her, boys.”

Bulldog yanked Jennifer to her stiletto-heeled feet. He and Terrill quickly yanked her little black dress completely off, tossing it in the corner. Erica liked the lacy black garter belt and hose, so only had them remove her thong underwear. Jennifer stood before the smile mob boss with her right hand splayed over her pussy, and her left arms cross her boobs.

“Modesty becomes you, Jenny Poo,” Erica said. She handed Jennifer a white box. “Put this on. Now.”

Jennifer’s heart skipped a beat. A gift? Erica bought her something? Then she remembered Erica wasn’t her friend. But she opened it to find clothes. A very specific kind of outfit.

“A schoolgirl uniform?”

“I told you I’m here to teach you,” Erica said, holding up a ruler. She tapped Jennifer on the head with it. “You’re going to learn the facts of life, Jenny Poo. Now get dressed if you don’t want to attend classes naked. The lessons are about to start.”

Jennifer didn’t want to go to class naked, so she started dressing. First, she pulled up the tiny pleated miniskirt. It was red plaid, of course, but one of those jokes of a “skirt” around her well-rounded hips and barely long enough to cover anything. Her black garters hung down from under the skirt and made her look trashy. 

She forgot all about the short skirt when she pulled out the top. It was white, tight, and left her midriff bare. And there was a little black tie, too.

“Oh my,” she whispered. “I haven’t worn anything like this since my senior year in college, to a Halloween party.”

“I know,” Erica said. “I recently saw a picture of you in that costume. Actually, this is that exact same costume sans the garter belt and hose.”

Erica held up a pair of glasses. Just the frames, no lenses. She slid them onto Jennifer’s face.

“Perfect,” she said. “Do you feel safer now, Jenny Poo?”

“No. Why would I feel safer?”

“Men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses,” Erica said. “Now you don’t have to worry about Terrill and Bulldog.”

“Oh! That’s right,” the billionaire babe cried. 

Erica looked at Martha with bemused eyes. “Well done, Ms Mayor. You exceeded my expectations.”

“What did Martha do?” Jennifer asked, eyes big and curious.

“She was a good girl and obeyed me to the letter,” Erica said. “You are a good girl, too, right?”

“Yes.”

“So you will obey me, right?”

“Um,” Jennifer said, hesitating with a confused look on her face. “But you’d tell me to do bad things.”

Erica shook her head, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Jenny Poo’s is such a naughty little girl. I’m afraid you have to be punished.”

“But…”

“Shhh, Jenny. You didn’t ask permission to speak.”

Jennifer stared at her open mouth a moment, and then raised her hand. It was Erica’s turn to stare in amazement. The dumbed down billionaire had such an earnest expression. Was she really taking the schoolgirl/teacher thing absolutely seriously?

“Yes, do you have a question Jenny?”

“Yes, ma’am. Why am I being punished? I didn’t do nothing wrong.”

Erica looked at Martha, then Terrill and Bulldog. They all looked amused. 

“I disagree. Now, bend way over, keep your knees locked straight, and hold onto your ankles,” Erica said.

Jennifer looked frustrated, angry, and on the verge of tears all at the same time. Her eyes swung back and forth between Erica’s face and the ruler in the mob boss’s hand. She fidgeted a few seconds, and finally the struggles with her misgivings ended and Jennifer Jade bent over and grabbed her ankles.

“I’ll be a good girl,” Jennifer said. “I promise.”

Erica’s breath caught and she bit her ruby red lip. Bulldog grunted. Terrill groaned. Jennifer’s moist, glistening pussy was right there on display between her upper thighs. For it to be that wet meant the sexy young woman was horny as hell, and completely turned on. Her body, at least, knew what was about to happen and was ready to go.

Erica stepped closer, raised the ruler high, and then brought it down across her upper thigh, right next to her exposed and vulnerable pussy.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee! I’ll be good!”

Erica aimed a little lower. Thwack!

“Aaiiee! Please, Ms Sambino, I’m a good girl!”

She aimed a little lower. Thwack!

“Aaiiee! I’ll do anything you ask. Please.”

The busty mob boss spanked her way down Jennifer’s thigh to her knee. Only then did she stop the spanking. Instead, she pressed a little closer, leaned over and kissed Jennifer’s sopping wet and quivering pussy.

“Oh my!” Jennifer cried, and started to release her ankles.

“Don’t let go, Jenny Poo,” Erica commanded, before giving her pussy a little lick. “It’s time for me to teach you your first lesson. Lesson 1: I do what I want to you, and you take it like a big girl.” 

Erica’s perfectly manicured hand started rubbing circles over Jennifer’s sensitive, highly aroused pussy. The younger woman gasped and groaned, and even wiggled her elevated butt. Nothing stopped Erica in her task. She rubbed harder, faster, making Jennifer cry out and start panting. Hot tingles flowed through Jennifer’s shapely body.

Jennifer’s right hand came off her ankle. Before Erica could chastise her, Jennifer used her index finger to push her glasses back up her nose, before her hand returned to the ankle. Erica smiled, and then checked Jennifer’s pussy. Yep, her clit had come out from under its fleshy hood. So the sexy mob boss flicked it with a long red fingernail.

“Uggh! Oooooh,” Jennifer cried.

“You liked that, heh?”

“Yes. I mean – ” Erica cut her off by flicking the clit again. “Ugh! Oooh. Lordy lordy lordy.”

Erica really started rubbing, alternating between Jennifer’s pussy and clit. The most wonderful sensations rippled through the hapless young woman’s body. Passion ignited. Desire bloomed. Need consumed her. Jennifer felt her body change, and then that rush to climax. A shadow of a memory warned her to fight the rising climax. It was bad. Something about a curse…

“Aaaaagggh!”

That orgasm hit her like a hurricane. Her insides erupted with insane pleasure that pulsed throughout her shapely body. It wiped her mind clean, while energizing her body for more, more, more.

The climax proved more that poor little Jennifer Jade could handle. Her knees buckled, and the billionaire babe collapsed to all fours. Erica stepped around in front of the panting beauty as she knelt there and trembled in the afterglow.

“Was that good, Jenny Poo?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you enjoy your orgasm?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now I want you to kiss and lick my pretty boots.”

Jennifer looked forward. Erica wore very pretty boots indeed. The panting woman licked her lips and nodded. Her mind was already working on how to do it. Odd, she kinda recalled licking boot before, yet she struggled to remember exactly what to do. Then she crawled close, lowered her lips, and kissed the toe of Erica’s right boot.

“Mmmmgh,” Jennifer moaned into that kiss. Then she kissed it again and again. “Mmmgh.”

Erica and associates watched the once proud and mighty Jennifer Jade debase herself in the most servile way: Licking boot. Actually, mostly she kissed Erica’s boots, but she licked as well. After smothering one boot with kisses and licks, she switched to the other and did it all over again.

Without being told, Jennifer began kissing and nuzzling her way up Erica’s satiny thighs. The beautiful mobster spread her legs wide, allowing Jennifer to work her way up under her short skirt. She was running commando, so the bimbofied beauty could just go straight into eating pussy. And Jennifer didn’t hesitate.

Running her fingers through Jennifer’s silky black hair, Erica’s head rolled back as she savored her victory over her long time foe. Yes, it was going to feel so good remolding Jennifer into the woman she wanted her to be, while at the same time stripping the young beauty of all her wealth and power.

“Lesson 2: I own you body and soul. You obey my every command. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jennifer gasped out, and returned to hungrily eating her pussy.

Jennifer turned her full attention to Erica’s clit. She flicked it with her tongue a few times, making Erica gasp and her body jolt. She smiled when the older woman’s hands tightened in her hair. Then she sucked that aroused clit in and out of her mouth, really hard and fast. Over and over and over, she sucked it in and out until Erica rose up on her toes and screamed.

“Aaaaggggh!”

Jennifer felt Erica’s body quivering, and girl cum flowed out. She lapped it all up, savoring the taste. It made her all hot and mushy good inside, skin tingling. 

Martha rushed up help Erica, who was teetering atop her sky high stilettos. The Mayor-elect helped the beautiful mob boss to a chair, while Bulldog stepped before Jennifer and unzipped. Terrill moved up behind her.

“Okay, boys, stuff that turkey,” Erica gasped out. “Lots of big, beautiful white breast meat for everyone.”

They laughed, before Bulldog pulled a ginormous cock out. Jennifer’s jaw dropped. A chill slithered up her spine when she heard Terrill unzip behind her.

“This is all being video recorded, Jenny Poo,” Erica said. “If you don’t cooperate in every way, I will use it to destroy you utterly and completely.”

Jennifer froze. What did she mean? Her little mind buzzed and whirled, but couldn’t quite get anywhere. So frustrating, because she could feel the answers just out of reach…

Then she remembered what Erica said. She owns me? But slavery is illegal. Jennifer looked at Erica’s grinning face. So smug. So triumphant. And she remembered who Erica was in the grand scheme of things, and exactly who she was as well. She’s going to be so mean to me.

Anger welled up within the beautiful young woman.

“Oh, do you see the look she’s giving me,” Erica said, and laughed. Then in a taunting voice, “What are you going to do, Jenny Poo?”

The question confused her a moment. What could she do? And then she remembered.

“I’ll turned into Ms Patriot and beat you up!”

Absolute silence. Erica looked shocked. Bulldog and Terrill looked surprised. Even Martha looked confused.

“Did she just admit to being Ms Patriot?” Erica asked.

Everyone nodded. 

Jennifer felt panic. “What? No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did,” Erica said, rising to her feet. “Grab her.”

Jennifer sprang to her stiletto-heeled feet, crouched halfway between fight and flight, mind in chaos. She had to do something, but her stupid brain wasn’t working right. 

Fight! She thought. I have to beat them up and make it all right again.

“I am Ms Patriot!” Jennifer cried as she stood straight. Bright light flashed, consuming her for a split second. It was enough to send the two goons reeling back, hands up to protect their eyes. When the light faded, Ms Patriot stood where Jennifer Jade had been. “Ha! Surrender to Justice, morons. Or I’ll beat you up bad.”

The statuesque super heroine stuck a sassy pose to show off her costume, and strike fear in the hearts of her enemies. A red opera-gloved hand rose up to ensure her blue mask was secure, before she tugged up on her red and white vertically striped bustier. It was strapless, and displayed her perfect pair, well, perfectly. A blue, star-spangled thong wrapped snugly around her flaring hips, with a golden power belt around her tiny waist. Her costume was finished out by a golden choker and bright red patent thigh boots.

“She’s still a bimbo,” Erica said, looking her up and down with covetous brown eyes. “I love that drug.”

“Am not,” Ms Patriot cried. Hands on hips, she glared at Erica. “Take it back.”

Erica wagged her brows. “Looks like I’m killing two birds with one rock. I can hardly believe I’m putting both Jennifer Jade and Ms Patriot under my thumb. I have sooo much to be thankful for this year.”

“Oh yeah?” Ms Patriot said. “Well, I’m thankful, too.”

“For what? Thankful for becoming my nasty little fuck toy sex slave?”

Ms Patriot’s baby blues widened as she stepped back, one red-gloved hand splayed over her racing heart. She stared at Erica in shock a long moment.

“That is so wrong, Ms Sambino. Take it back,” she demanded.

“Say please.”

“Please take it back, Ms Sambino.”

“No. You were born to be a sex slave,” Erica sneered. “And I was born to own you. Submit. Kneel before me, and hand me your mask. Or else.”

Bulldog and Terrell split away from Erica, moving to either side of Ms Patriot. They looked mean and scary to the hapless heroine. Ms Patriot looked back and forth between them, heart racing. She had to do something fast, but what? Why wouldn’t her head work right? So frustrating.

Then the two goons moved slightly behind her, making it impossible to keep both in sight. There was a simple solution, but she couldn’t figure it out. If they’d stop creeping in closer and closer it would be so much easier to concentrate.

“I’m gonna fuck your dirty butt hole,” Bulldog sneered, pulling her baby blues toward him. Their eyes locked. “And then I’m going to make you lick it clean.”

“Eww!”

Terrill came up behind the distracted and disgusted super heroine, seized her right wrist, and twisted it up painfully behind her back. Ms Patriot cried out, arched her back, and grimaced in agony.

“You’re hurting me!”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Terrill whispered in her ear. “We’re about to do really fun things to you.” 

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and locked her wrists together. Ms Patriot tugged and twisted, desperate to escape those vile handcuffs. She put all of her super strength into snapping them open, but couldn’t quite get the right leverage. And then Erica pressed up close, her hands sliding around the captured heroine.

“Gotcha, Ms P,” Erica whispered, and then claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss that made Ms Patriot’s head spin. She felt Erica stroke her long, black hair, and then both hands dropped to the small of the heroine’s back. Erica unfastened and removed her power belt. “Oopsy. This is important, right? So sorry for taking it away. Not.”

“You are so mean,” the busty heroine cried, wiggling and struggling. “Give it back. It’s mine.”

“Oh, shut up. You’re scaring me, Ms PeePee.”

“Let me go!”

“What will you do if I take the handcuffs off?” Erica asked.

“I’m going to beat you all up.”

“Well, then, it’d be pretty stupid of me to let you go then,” Erica said. She turned to Terrill and Bulldog. “Okay, she’s yours. Leave the costume on. It’ll make for a better sex tape.”

“What? Sex tape?” Ms Patriot said. She spotted Martha recording everything on her smartphone. “Stop it. I’m a good girl. I don’t do sex tapes.”

“Odd, I’ve seen at least fifteen sex tapes of you with other bad boys.”

“They made me do it,” Ms Patriot said. “I punished them and sent them all to prison for it, too.”

Terrill and Bulldog pressed up to either side of her. Ms Patriot’s jaw dropped. Her chaotic mind stilled as their hands began exploring her shapely body. Touching her so intimately. Why did it feel so good? Then they started kissing her neck and shoulders, before taking turns deep in her lips. Everything messed up her head so much.

“Shouldn’t feel so good,” she gasped, looking totally discombobulated. And aroused. “Oooooh. I don’t want to be a bad girl.”

“You are so bad,” Erica whispered to her as the two bodyguards made out with her. “Everyone loves a sexy bad girl. You are the sexiest bad girl ever.”

Ms Patriot moaned and groaned. Terrill fondled her big tits through her costume, while Bulldog slipped two fingers under her blue, star-spangled short-shorts to rub vigorously. He sent the most amazing sensations rippling through her overheated body.

“All you want to do is obey, and please your lovers,” Erica continued.

Bulldog’s finger slipped deep inside her. Pumped once, twice, and then came out to continue rubbing so hard and fast. He made her pussy sing. Her body started trembling.

“Ooooh, Please. Just please,” she begged. “I feel so vulnerable. So helpless.”

Terrill pulled a tit out of its breast cup, and started sucking on her hard, erect nipple. She gasped and cried out, eyes huge.

“You are helpless,” Erica said. “Helpless and obedient. Must obey. You belong to me. My plaything.”

He besieged heroine glanced back at her, eyes full of helpless alarm. Yet, Erica could see the cracks in her once mighty will power.

“Must fight these feelings,” Ms Patriot gasped out. 

“Obey.” Erica kissed her, and then kissed her again. “Obey me.”

Her head lolled around, an incredulous expression spread across her lovely masked face. None of it made sense. It was Thanksgiving Day. A holiday. A time to relax and enjoy. Not a time of strife and fighting.

“No. No, must fight,” she whispered, feeling her body changing. So hot and mushy inside. Her mind felt wrapped in wet cotton. “Must… Must…”

“Obey,” Erica said, lips pressed to her ear.

“Must… Obey,” Ms Patriot whispered.

Erica perked up. “Yes, you must always obey. Good girls obey.”

Bulldog redoubled his efforts, pushing her oversexed body closer and closer. Moving so fast. She tried to stop it, and then stopped trying. Why was it bad to climax? 

“You are a good girl, Ms Patriot,” Erica said. “Good girls always do what they are told. A good girl obeys.”

Sounded right. Yet… Ms Patriot’s back bowed up dramatically. They had her right at the brink. Why was she fighting it? Erica wanted her to relax and obey. Wanted to let the boys do anything they wanted. Was disobeying wrong? Yes?

“I’m a good girl. Must obey.”

“Yes, obey me,” Erica said. “I command you to stop fighting. I command you to relax and submit, and do whatever these two men want.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered breathlessly. “I submit and… Aaagggghh!”

Ms Patriot’s insides exploded with divine pleasure. It pulsed harder, better than every before. Her spectacular body jerked and bowed, wiggled and jiggled. Bulldog continued to rub like his life depended on it, making her come again.

“Aaaaaaagggh!”

“You are my slave, Jenny, sexy and obedient,” Erica said. “You live to serve me and my men. You love to fuck all day and night.”

“Slave… Sexy… Obey,” Ms Patriot gasped out between pants. Love… Fuck… Yes.”

“Erica looked at Terrill and Bulldog. “I’ll take that she has submitted. Now let’s make a sexy captured super heroine sex tape. Remember, keep the costume and mask on, because we’re going to go live with it.”

Erica stepped back, while Bulldog moved behind Ms Patriot. Terrill moved in front of the vanquished costumed vigilante. He pulled out is massive black cock, and pushed down on the heroine’s head. Ms Patriot’s spinning mind slowed. Her baby blues locked on that big cock in her face. She immediately knew what a girl did with a dick, she swirled her tongue around the head.

“Mmmgh,” Ms Patriot moaned as she wrapped glossy red lips around the shaft, and started bobbing.

She felt Bulldog yank her shorts to the side, exposing her hot, wet pussy to the cool air. It tingled with anticipation, already achy and needy. Ms Patriot groaned around Terrill’s cock when Bulldog slowly forced his ginormous cock in, stretching her little hole out so much it hurt.

Bulldog grabbed her hips tightly, slamming his cock in hard and fast. Her already oversexed, climaxed body responded immediately. Ms Patriot sucked harder on that big black cock, while her body filled to the bream with the sexiest, most sensuous feelings. She wiggled and writhed when Bulldog’s right hand slid up her side to cup a big handful of titty meat.

Terrill swept her long, silky black hair to one side so he and Martha’s phone-camera could watch her hungrily sucking his cock. He had that perfect angle, so palmed the back of her head, and thrust hard. Ms Patriot’s baby blues widened as his long, thick cock breached her throat, and thrust deep down. In a flash she found her lips wrapped around the base of his too long cock.

“Mmmmmgh,” she moaned. Ssslurp! “Mmmmm.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Grimme City,” Erica said. “I give all you bad boys and bad girls the fall of Ms Patriot to celebrate. That’s right, Ms P, this isn’t just being recorded, but it is also a live webcast to the city, state, and world.”

She moaned, but gave no other sign she heard or cared. Ms Patriot’s mind was locked on that cock sliding in and out of her throat, and that other dick pounding the hell out of her pussy. 

It all proved too much for the hapless heroine. Her body went into that surge to climax, and joy erupted deep within again. They continued to thrust into her body, until she came again, and again. Finally, Terrill grunted, and flooded her throat and mouth with cum. He pulled out, and shot another load of hot, viscous cum in her face.

Ms Patriot remained frozen in place, cum dribbling off her nose and chin, eyes incredulous as Bulldog became frantic, and finally pulled out to shoot hot cum all over her well-rounded butt.

Erica gave Martha the “cut” sign. The Mayor-elect lowered the phone, ending the recording and webcast. Then Erica walked over to her purse, pulled out a slave collar and leash, and returned to Ms Patriot.

“Kneel and lift your chin, Jenny Poo,” Erica commanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mistress? No longer ma’am?”

Ms Patriot looked up with a weary masked face. “I can’t fight you. You win. I’m yours.”

“I know,” Erica said, and showed Ms Patriot the collar. “See? It says in big, bold silver letters: SLAVE.”

She buckled the collar around Ms Patriot’s slender neck. Erica attached the leash, and gave it a tug. Ms Patriot rose to her feet, wrists still handcuffed, and teetered a second. She had her bodyguards strip the now ex-heroine down to mask, gloves, and boots.

“I want that costume added to my trophy room,” Erica said. She headed for the door, her helpless slave heroine in tow. “Come along, Ms Patriot. We have to get ready for the Black Friday sale tomorrow. I’m excited. Did you know you are going to sell me your share of Jade Enterprises tomorrow for just one dollar?” 

Ms Patriot’s mouth dropped open. “But it’s worth…”

“Not only that, but for Christmas you are going to give me Jade Manor,” Erica continued. “I’m so excited, I might move in this weekend. Won’t that be fun?”

The vanquished vigilante followed her new mistress obediently. She knew she’d been outwitted and outmaneuvered, but couldn’t figure out how. Now it didn’t matter. Her crime fighting career was over. 

“I can’t believe it ended like this?” Ms Patriot said miserably. “I don’t understand what happened. How did it go so wrong so fast?”

Erica led the busty, naked heroine to a long black limo. She slipped in first, sat in the middle of the seat, and commanded Ms Patriot to kneel on the floorboard before her. As the limo pulled away, Erica spread her legs wide to expose her naked pussy.

“Here’s your Thanksgiving dinner, Ms Patriot,” Erica said. “Eat me. And make it pretty.”

Ms Patriot licked her lips, swallowed hard, and nodded. She lowered her face down between her mistress’ legs, and went to town. Erica leaned back and bowed her back, deep pleasure and satisfactions rippling through her shapely body.

“Ooooh yes,” Erica said. “Happy Thanksgiving!” 

The End