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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 9

Taurus University Student Union lobby, mid-afternoon…

The large room was packed. Seven of ten were excited coeds. One and all were there for the talk by their friendly neighborhood FEM Fighter, Vixen. The Gorgeous Asian masked vigilante didn’t disappoint, and delivered a very pro law-and-order speech that wrapped with an invigorating talk about the value of public service and volunteer charity work.

At least the young women responded well. As far as Kelly could tell, the guys were all staring at Vixen with greedy little eyes.

Just a bunch of horn dogs, she thought.

Kelly went to the event with Carrie, and then ran into her friends Jenny and Whitney out front. The four of them stood in line, waiting for their turn in the meet and greet portion. Vixen was giving everyone selfies, so they all clutched their phones with barely-contained glee.

“Damn, girl. You have the body of a super heroine,” a pimply-faced guy said to Carrie. He was in a group of frat boys, directly ahead of them in line. All five guys started looking Kelly and friends over with hungry eyes. “Very nice, um…”

Carrie wore a Taurus University t-shirt, cropped off scandalously short, no bra. Indeed, Kelly kept seeing flashes of under-boob. Her faded jeans looked spray-painted on.

Kelly saw the sexy senior subtly shake her shoulders to make her big boobs jostle enticingly for their pleasure, while at the same time narrowing her eyes and pointing an accusing finger.

“Keep your eyes to yourself, boy,” she said. “Or join Vixen’s lovesick puppy fan club. Don’t even think about us.”

Jenny and Whitney giggled. Kelly just rolled her eyes. Why tease them and scold them at the same time? Carrie could be such a cock-tease sometimes. And not the good kind.

But Kelly couldn’t say anything, considering what shewore: white halter top that barely contained her tits, baby blue spandex mini-skirt, and white stiletto pumps. Whitney and Jenny wore much simpler tanks and shorts, like most of the other women there.

The coed getting an autograph and selfie finished, and moved away from Vixen. The line shifted up and Kelly realized the frat boys were next after an older man. She expected them to go one at a time, so each could get a solo selfie with the FEM Fighter. So she still had a little wait until her turn.

The older man walked up to Vixen first. Older as in mid-thirties. The Asian FEM Fighter looked downright tiny next to him. Kelly had met Vixen, so knew she stood about five foot five, sans stiletto thigh boots. The male fan looked well over six-four. Big and tough looking, but he had a friendly face.

“Hi, I’m Eddie,” he introduced himself.

Kelly wondered if he was a professor. Maybe she should consider transferring to his class. He filled out his black t-shirt and jeans rather well. Hey, coeds deserved some classroom eye-candy, too.

The crowd suddenly got louder, so Kelly couldn’t hear their conversation up front. But Vixen smiled so big, so he must’ve been saying all the right things. Kelly wondered if he was taking his shot to score with a real life super heroine. What guy wouldn’t?

Mostly, Kelly stared at Vixen and imagined what it would be like to be her. Or just an actual FEM Fighter, the object of such adulation and love by all good, law-abiding people. Vixen seemed to thrive in it, looking so vibrant and alive. So sexy, too. She didn’t even try to tone the sexy down. No way she could in that skintight cobalt blue leotard and thigh boots costume. Her boobs and cleavage pulled everyone’s eyes in; even the straight girls’ couldn’t help but look. Every movement by that super-powered woman was sensuous grace.

She’d put any supermodel to shame.

The man, Eddie, pulled out his phone as Vixen moved up beside him. His right arm went around her. Kelly’s breath caught, thinking he was going to cop a feel, but his hand clutched her ribcage barely an inch below her boob.

Eddie extended his arm with the phone. Vixen smiled up at it, but Kelly noticed that he averted his eyes. Odd that. And then Vixen’s eyes went blank. Her jaw slowly dropped.

“Vixen,” Eddie said in a commanding voice. “Listen and obey. Clear the room of everyone but you and me. Now.”

“I obey,” Vixen whispered. Then she shouted. “Get out! Everyone out! Now!”

Instead, everyone froze and fell silent. She shouted again for everyone to leave, but only a few headed for the doors. Eddie said something into her ear, before the FEM Fighter lifted her arm and pointed it at the crowd. Kelly’s eyes locked on the Power Bracer.

Oh my God! Is that the bracer that shoots stun beams?!

Vixen pressed the fire button, and swept an intense beam across the full lobby. A couple dozen college kids, mostly young women, cried out and dropped to the floor. Some were out cold, others were left twitching uncontrollably.

“Holy crap!” Kelly cried.

“What the hell?” Carrie shouted. “RUN!”

Carrie led the way toward the door. Kelly waved Jenny and Whitney ahead of her, before her legs got tangled up with all the frat boys running away behind her. She went down hard, knocking half her breath out. One of the frat boys fell atop her, both of his hands somehow finding her tits.

“Get off me, you perv,” she gasped out, rising up to all fours.

“Out!” Vixen screamed.

Kelly looked back and locked eyes with the furious FEM Fighter. Vixen pointed her arm at Kelly, and pressed the button. But Kelly didn’t wait to get zapped into la la land. She took off running, so only took a grazing hit of stun beam energy in her left leg. Enough to put her back on the floor, left leg trembling and unresponsive.

By that time, ninety percent of the crowd was outside. Eddie laughed, pulled Vixen close, and kissed her. He exposed her tits, and motorboated them.

“Come along, Vixen. Let’s find your bike and get out of here,” Eddie said. “You and I are going to enjoy some quality time in bed before I introduce you to the boys.”

Kelly lay on her back, gasping for air, her leg starting to ache like crazy as feeling returned. She still couldn’t get up, so watched helplessly as the bad guy led poor Vixen away by the hand. A moment later, she heard a motorcycle start, someone revving the engine. And then he peeled out and was gone.

“He took her,” Kelly said. “I have to tell the others. He took Vixen.”