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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 2

Kelly tugged down on her new, not even broken in baseball cap. There she stood in the Texas heat in late August. The pitcher’s mound could be a very lonely place at times. The coaches watched her every move from in front of the dugout, while faculty, students, and alumni sat in the practice field bleachers behind them. It was Saturday morning, so no classes.

Her old trusty glove, which she got way back in Little League, gave her comfort. Something good and beloved from her previous life back in Ohio. Something from her glory days playing high school softball. 

I knew Texas was hot, but this is ridiculous, she thought, smacking the softball into her glove over and over. Kelly turned her head, looking down past the batter, below the catcher. Naomi Roberts signaled for a fastball. First pitch? Nope. Everyone, including the batter, is expecting me to throw that pitch.

Kelly shook her head, seeing the frustration in the sophomore catcher. Then Naomi signaled for a curveball. The corners of Kelly’s full lips curled. She nodded. Carrie Cooper was the batter. And she was the team’s homerun leader and a power hitter, with a .325 batting average.

After a quick look around the field to ensure everyone was ready, Kelly wound up and threw. As expected, Carrie swung like it was a fastball, but her pitch curved away and scored a strike to light cheers and applause.

Naomi then signaled for a fastball again. Kelly shook her head. Naomi’s brown eyes narrowed, and signaled for the fastball again. Kelly shook her head. So the catcher signaled for a backdoor curveball. Nope. Kelly shook her head. 

Naomi shifted, settled back down, and signaled for a drop ball. Kelly smiled and nodded. 

Kelly wound up, and threw that softball perfectly. Carrie took half a second, and swung, but the ball dropped before it reached her.

Strike two.

Now Carrie was glaring at her. Yeah, the senior didn’t want to be struck out her first time at bat, especially by the freshman recruit. Kelly might want to be Carrie’s friend, but she wasn’t going to let her hit that last ball.

Naomi again signaled for the fastball. Kelly paused, considered, and then caught the catcher’s eyes. Kelly nodded. Carrie lifted her bat, settling into position, a determined look on her pretty face.

Winding up, Kelly threw that fastball with all she had. The ball flew past the batter, sounding like a rifle shot when it hit the catcher’s mitt. The batter never saw it coming, and stood there with a shocked look on her face.

“Strike three!” the umpire called. “You’re out.”

Teammates rushed out to the mount. They hugged Kelly, laughing and clapping and jumping up and down in their joy. At the moment, she was the only pitcher on the team. The upperclassmen pitchers were out. One got kicked off the team for being arrested for drugs over the summer, and the other broke her leg in a car wreck two weeks back. So Kelly was all they had at the moment, and they were so glad she could deliver.

Until that moment, it had been very lonely on that mound.

“That’s the last time you will ever strike me out,” Carrie said, suddenly right in Kelly’s face. She locked eyes with the pretty brunette. Carrie stared back with fierce eyes that suddenly turned into a big smile. “But then, you are amazing! Welcome to the team, Kelly.”

Carrie hugged her tightly, breasts squashed together. Until that moment, Kelly hadn’t realized that Carrie’s body was just as busty as her own. The senior was pretty enough to be a heroine, too, with big blue eyes, and a sassy little bob and long bangs.

“Thanks.”

“Are you coming out with the team tonight to celebrate a new season?”

“Are you kidding? It’s Saturday night,” Kelly said. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me out the club.”

“Great. You can ride with me to the club,” Carrie said, and vanished in the mob.

Kelly felt all tingly happy. Carrie Cooper was THE star player on the team, she lived in the room next to hers in the dorm, and she wanted to be Kelly’s friend. Life was good.

Practice flew by after that. She met Jenny and Whitney for lunch, before spending the afternoon in the library studying. And then after dinner in the cafeteria, Kelly started primping.

She curled her long blonde hair, experimenting with a dozen hairstyles, mostly upswept with her curls flowing down her back. In the end, she left her hair loose. After making up her face, she contemplated her closet. All of her nicest clothes hung in the closet, and there wasn’t much room after that. She still had the ten pairs of expensive designer stilettos that bitch Jessica Albright bought her that past summer. 

Just thinking about Jessica, and all the wicked things she and her friends did to Kelly, made the blonde’s body heat up. Kelly struggled to get those unwanted memories vanquished from her thoughts, but her libido was already on fire. It took lots of deep, slow breaths to rein in her crazy emotions.

Feeling a little dirty after those unwanted memories, Kelly picked out a bright white dress and matching Christian Louboutin pumps. The dress hugged every curve of her body, while displaying her boobs perfectly. Yeah, the boys were going to be slobbering all over her again that night. The dress was sleeveless to show off her toned arms. Kelly loved that dress.

She accessorized with silver hoop earrings, a single silver bangle, and the Louboutin Hot Chick five inch stilettos. All angelic white and silver, except for her lips and the soles of her shoes, which were brightest red.

“Time to slay some hearts,” Kelly said, giving herself one last look over in the mirror.

Grabbing her purse, she hurried next door. Carrie’s door was open, and the starting catcher, Naomi stood in it facing inward. The pretty brunette had a more athletic looking body, looking quite feminine in a pink and blue flower print dress. Kelly noticed she only wore three inch heels. 

Looking over her shoulder, Kelly spotted Carrie inside, and completely naked. And it was a coed dorm, with guys and girls on alternating floors. The bob-haired brunette’s body was even more spectacular than Kelly originally thought, and completely waxed smooth. She watched Carrie wiggle into a blood red halter dress about five sizes too small. It was so tight Kelly could see muscle definition on the girl’s belly. Carrie then put on a pair of matching red stiletto pumps, and checked her hair in the mirror. For the evening, the busty senior had parted her hair on the right, with her long bangs swept across her forehead.

“Hey, girls,” Kelly said.

Naomi looked Kelly over. “Oh my God, that dress! Carrie is already a bad influence on you.”

Kelly laughed. “No. But I love Carrie’s style. I have dresses like that, but none are that tight.” Kelly wagged her brows. “At least not yet. Are there any tailors close to campus?”

They giggled as she hugged Naomi and Carrie. Then Carrie led them into the elevator, and down into the dorm’s underground parking garage. She had a red Ford Mustang with tan leather seats. Yeah, Kelly was in love.

“I’d have your babies for this car,” Kelly said. 

“Keep that thought,” Carrie said, and Kelly and Naomi squealed in laughter.

Being the freshman, Kelly had to ride in the backseat. But they had a fun, and quite short, drive over to the Strip. Carrie explained that driving to and from the clubs was just safer. Finding a parking spot proved another issue.

Carrie introduced Kelly to the club manager and the bouncers, telling them Kelly was the university’s new star pitcher. They were given a table in the VIP Lounge, on Carrie’s star power.

“So, you guys want to have a little competition?” Carrie asked all innocently. Then a wicked glint filled her baby blues. “Who can dirty dance the dirtiest.”

“Who is going to judge?” Naomi asked.

“The guys,” she said. “First girl to get grabbed, carried away, and banged wins.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. While Naomi gawked at the star short stop, before her eyes dropped to Carrie’s massive rack. And then the catcher looked at Kelly’s boobs.

“I can’t compete with your bodies,” Naomi said. “Either of you could just stand up and get propositioned.”

Kelly started to object, but remembered the last time she visited the Comet Club. She got quite a few indecent propositions out of the blue. And then she looked to the right, over to a table full of jubilant young men. Her eyes locked with a tall, handsome guy.

“Oh my,” Kelly whispered.

The women followed her line of sight, and nodded knowingly.

“Chase Messner’s nothing but trouble,” Naomi said.

Kelly’s breath caught. Chase Messner was Taurus University’s baseball team’s third string pitcher, despite being a senior. 

“Tall, dark, and handsome is my kind of trouble,” Carrie said. “Been there, done him. He’s all yours, Kelly. Have fun.”

Kelly glanced at Chase again. He was speaking with his friends, giving her frequent looks. Mostly, he looked at her boobs. Most guys did. Some just stood there and stared. But Chase made eye contact enough to give her a little thrill.

“Are you crazy?” Naomi cried. “Chase is cold hard player. He’ll wrap poor Kelly around his little finger and turn her every which way but loose.”

Chase stood up, smoothed his clothes, and headed straight for Kelly. Her breath whooshed out, face heating up. 

“Do I still win the contest if I throw him over my shoulder and take him to bed?”

Carrie and Naomi stared at her a second, and then giggled. 

“Yes,” Carrie said. “First one of us to get laid wins.”

Chase came up beside Kelly. “Hello, my name’s Chase. You look familiar. My teammates and I think you’re the new pitcher on the softball team.” He looked over at Carrie and grinned. “Hi, Carrie. Looking good.”

“I know,” Carrie said.

“I’m here, too,” Naomi said. “Right here under this rock.”

“I saw you,” he said. “And you look very lovely tonight, Naomi.”

“Aww, he’s so sweet,” Kelly said. “Yes, I’m Kelly. Softball pitcher extraordinaire. And I’d love to dance.”

“Perfect. Shall we?”

Kelly accepted his hand, and Chase led her out onto the dance floor. The song playing was fast, energetic, and sexy. In no time they were pressing up against each other, bodies rubbing together. Kelly struggled just a little, because in her experience the guys let the girls do all the dirty dancing, rubbing their shapely bodies all over the guys. Chase gave as good as he got, and she liked it.

They adjusted their dance to the slower beat of the next song, and Chase became even bolder. He gave Kelly a challenging look, pushed one leg between her legs, and pressed up against her already tingling sex. Kelly’s breath caught, but she stepped up to the challenge. She locked eyes with him, their gaze intense, and ground herself against him.

“You left a wet spot on my leg,” he said. 

Kelly looked down, and saw it. Not just a wet spot. A big wet spot. And that’s when she realized just how aroused she’d become. Heat flowed up into her face, and she started to back away, but Chase pressed up close, wrapped an arm around her, and claimed her lips in a deep kiss.

Everything just seemed to snap into place. Her mind focused on him. On his needs and desires. And her insides heated up, melting into a tingly mush. Kelly felt all strength bleed away, and yet she felt so empowered.

“I kinda feel a little crazy right now,” she gasped out breathlessly. “Maybe I should go…”

“Go with me,” he interrupted. “Yes. I know just what you need.”

She started to object, but he claimed her lips in another long, passionate kiss. That kiss washed away all of her doubts and misgivings. In the back of her mind, she worried that a summer of strict discipline and obedience, of sexual slavery, was undermining her ability to make good decisions. But those thoughts quickly vanished as well.

“I think I’m supposed to carry you out over my shoulder,” she said and grinned.

“That would be… Interesting,” he said, chuckling. “Come.”

Chase led Kelly out of the club by the hand. She followed obediently, her body hot and tingly as she clattered behind him down the crowded sidewalk. Other guys looked her over with interest, while other girls studied Chase with hungry eyes.

Kelly was led up to a big, four-door, four-wheel drive pickup parallel parked on the Strip. First of all, the fact he parallel parked that monster truck impressed the hell out of her. Secondly, seeing such a badass truck made her vagina ache.

He is all man!

The truck had humongous wheels, so Chase had to help Kelly up into the back seat. It felt like she was on the second floor overlooking the street. He quickly climbed in with her, locking all of the doors.

“Is that to keep others out, or to keep me inside?” she teased.

“I have better ways to keep you inside, baby.”

They started making out like horny rabbits. His hands boldly explored her body. It didn’t take him long to find the zipper in back, and get her out of that dress. By that time, she had his shirt off, and was working on his tight jeans. As soon as she unzipped him, Chase reached down and pulled his erection out.

Kelly gawked. It was huge. Long, thick, with pulsating veins. She wrapped a delicate hand around his girth, stroking him. The skin was smooth and hot, and she felt the structure below even as it swelled even more.

“What a relief,” he said. “See what you do to me, Kelly? Now kiss it and make it better.”

Chase palmed the back of her head, pushing her face first into his lap. Kelly’s green eyes widened as his monster cock came at her face, her mouth.

“Oh my God, you are such a pig…Mmmmmgh.”

She wasn’t exactly sure how he managed to thrust into her mouth so easily, but she was impressed. Most guys poked her in the face at least a few times if she wasn’t cooperating and guiding them in. But then he pushed hard, forcing his cock so deep he tapped the back of her throat. She jerked back, almost all the way off, before he pushed her back down. They quickly fell into a nice rhythm, with Kelly’s eyes fluttering closed and tiny moans and groans bubbling up.

Kelly had a very long, interesting summer of every sexual situation and sex act imaginable. She quickly fell back into that easy, sensual mode and mood. 

Giving pleasure is my super power, she thought.

The sound of a revving engine filled the night. And it was LOUD. She heard squealing rubber, and then frightened shouts and cries. That thundering engine grew closer and closer. 

“What the hell is going on?” Chase asked.

Kelly pulled off, rolling back onto her legs to look around. And then she spotted the sports car. It was low and sleek, and kinda looked like a star-fighter from a Sci-Fi movie or something. The bright yellow and black car’s back wheels were smoking as he roared toward the Strip. People began to scatter. But then the car lost traction, fishtailed, and then flipped end over end three times. It came to a rest just past the pickup.

“We have to help!” she cried.

“No. You’re naked,” Chase said, wrapping her up in his arms.

Kelly paused to look down. He was right. She barely recalled her dress coming off, so all she wore was a little jewelry and her stiletto pumps. Chase then pulled her close, forcing her to straddle his lap. His hot, wet erection stood pressed between them.

She started to say something, but then spotted two women on racing motorcycles roar up and skid to a stop. It was as if everyone on the street froze and stared. The two women sensuously dismounted, and started walking side-by-side toward the wrecked car.

“FEM Fighters,” Chase hissed.

Did he not like super heroines? Or was there a reason he didn’t like FEM Fighters in particular? Kelly studied them as they walked past the pickup. Both were tall and statuesque beauties, with large busts and flaring hips. 

“Puritan and Gloriosa,” Chase said, with some hostility. 

Kelly recognized them at that time. Puritan wore white and orange, which went wonderfully with her lion’s mane of fire red hair down to her butt. Her mask, corset, shorts, and thigh boots were white, with all accessories orange: FEM belt, Power Bracers, and opera gloves. Kelly noticed orange laces on her corset, and piping on her boots.

The Latina heroine stood a few inches taller, with long brown hair. Her costume was almost fluorescent yellow it was so bright: corset, shorts, and thigh boots. Like Puritan, her accessories were her secondary color. In this case black. Black mask, choker, opera gloves and FEM belt/Power Bracers.

“They look so beautiful and powerful,” Kelly whispered.

Men began tumbling out of the wrecked sports car. Four in all. Kelly wondered how so many crowded into such a small space. Desperation? 

The men staggered a bit, but quickly raised pistols. They started firing at the two heroines. Puritan and Gloriosa stopped, one hand reaching over to activate one of their Power Bracers. Powerful shields came up to protect them from the bullets. And the instant the men ran out of ammo and started to reload, the two heroines exploded towards them.

Kelly watched them kicking bad guy butt, her heart racing, as she bounced up and down on Chase’s lap. He took advantage of that, lifted her up and onto his cock.

“Ugggh!” Kelly groaned, face incredulous. “That was…Uggh. Unexpected. Oh, but so good.” She balanced herself with hands on his shoulders, and started bouncing up and down his length. “So good.”

Kelly slanted a look back at the two FEM Fighters, fighting the good fight, meting justice. That could be her someday. She smiled, as she started bouncing faster and faster, and Chase buried his face in her jostling tits.

Oh yes. That could be me. It will be me!