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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 8

“There but for the grace of God, go I,” Purple Avenger whispered. “If I don’t fix this. Tonight.”

The shapely super heroine straddled her motorcycle deep in the heart of Sugar Town. She was stopped in the entrance of an alley, with a tall blonde hooker at the other end of the alley. The beautiful blonde was flirting with every guy to pass by, trying to entice a mark to take her upstairs for some nasty sex.

The blonde was an ex-heroine. The super heroine formerly known as Lady Virtue. Real name: Candace Denton, or “Candy” on the mean streets of Grimme City’s most notorious red light district.

“Wicked Wanda and her stupid doppelganger of me obviously know my secret identity,” she muttered, looking all around. She was lurking in an especially dark section of the street. Hookers and drug pushers plied their trades closer to the well-lit intersections. Otherwise, that street only had a single peep-show and two seedy brothels. A steady stream of men were coming and going from all three. “Wicked Wanda just wants to put me through the emotional wringer before she snatches me up.”

No doubt what would happen then. The witch loved to sell young, beautiful women into sexual slavery. If the young beauty was a super heroine, even better.

Purple Avenger slanted another look at Candy. The beautiful hooker was chatting up a middle-aged businessman. They came to an agreement, locked arms, and headed inside the hooker hotel.

“Purple Avenger!” a man shouted, sounding excited. “I have your money!”

A quick glance found him. Charlie Ford was a two-bit crack pusher. He was hurrying towards her, money clutched in his raised right hand.

Her body heated up and tingled. Visions of Charlie slamming into her pussy Sunday night returned. Then she remembered him laying on the dirty ground, while she knelt on all fours and sucked him off, while pimps and pushers ran a train on her from behind.

“Sunday night was the worst night of all.”

So she started her bike, and whipped out of their in a flash. The busty African-American didn’t trust him too close to her, and she couldn’t be confident she’d be able to resist him, either. Just thinking about him aroused her libido, and the Curse reared its ugly head.

Driving two streets over, Purple Avenger slowed to cruise down the street. No hookers on that street, but lots of strip clubs, head shops, and peep shows. Above them all were the tiny apartments of the hookers and other denizens of Sugar Town. Every business on that street catered to the sex workers or customers.

She glanced into a dark alley as she passed. “What the hell?”

It looked like a crime scene. Bodies laying all over the place. So she turned around and drove into the alley. Her headlight lit up a scene she’d seen before. Saturday and Sunday nights, to be precise.

Naked men lay all around, sleeping. Exhausted. Totally spent. Yeah, it looked like how her weekend gangbangs ended. Only she wasn’t the lucky girl left emotionally and physically exhausted, covered in sweet and sticky cum.

“Was the doppelganger just here?” she whispered, noticing the men were all still panting and sweaty.

“Huh? Oh, Purple Avenger!” Kid Rotten cried, sitting up. “You’re back. You wanna?”

“No!” she cried. “Kid, tell me where to find Wicked Wanda.”

“Oh baby, baby, baby,” he purred, moving on her like a boss. Lust spread across his face, and his ginormous cock rose up in his excitement.

“No!” she cried, stopping him with a straight-arm to the bare chest. “Tell me where to find Wicked Wanda first.”

She had no intentions of satisfying his carnal desires, but that demand did make him stop and think. She saw the wheels start to work behind his lusty stare.

“She lives in the penthouse above Club Ga Ga.”

“No. I’ve already checked there,” Purple Avenger said. “Where is Wicked Wanda right now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does anyone?” she asked, looking around at all the excited faces. No one answered. “Dammit.”

Purple Avenger cruised up and down each and every street in Sugar Town. She only know of the doppelganger working in that red light district, except for that morning when she dressed up as her alter ego and ruined her reputation in the DA’s office.

“Now I’m stuck in an affair with the DA, which will probably end up ruining my career,” she said, feeling her face heat up. “And I hate that man so much!”

As she’s rolling through the intersection of Anita and Cox for the third time that evening, Purple Avenger spotted Candy coming out of the hooker hotel with a short, stout black man. The hooker kissed him on the cheek before sending him on his way with a big smile. Then she headed back to her usual spot at the end of the alley.

I bet Candy knows where to find Wicked Wanda, Purple Avenger thought.

Candy was one of her best informants. Men told her all kinds of things while in the throes of passion. So the shapely heroine revved her engine as she passed by the ex-heroine turned hooker. Candy glanced her way, but gave no other acknowledgment.

Rounding the next corner, Purple Avenger circled around to the next street over, found the other end of Candy’s alley, and entered. She found the blonde hooker waiting in the middle of the alley.

“Good evening, Candy,” she said. “Looking good.”

Candy wore a pale pink strapless dress. It was thin as could be, stretched over her spectacular body like a second skin. She accessorized with lots of gaudy jewelry and pink stiletto pumps.

“If you think I’ll succumb to your feminine charms, and then give you all of my money, you are in for a big disappointment, Purps.”

Purple Avenger gawked at her. Candy was the kind of woman to seduce, not be seduced. Even at the ripe old age of forty-eight, she looked and acted mid-twenties. That was a physical trait of all women of Valkyrie descent. But then, sex was every Valkyrie woman’s Achilles’ heel. The heroine was pretty sure she could seduce Candy.

“Actually, that isn’t me,” she said. “Wicked Wanda as created some kind of doppelganger of me. She’s trying to ruin my reputation or something.”

“Wow. Genius.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” Candy said. “I keep forgetting that I’m on Team Heroine.”

The hooker grinned at her. Purple Avenger rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, which had no effect on Candy.

“So, do you know where I can find Wicked Wanda? And before you say Club Ga Ga, I’ve already checked there.”

“She has about a dozen places around the city,” Candy said. “Four of them are in Sugar Town.”

“Do you know where she is right now?”

“I do.”

“Tell me!”

“Pay me,” Candy said, holding out a perfectly manicured hand.

Shaking her head woefully, Purple Avenger dug into her left thigh boot. She froze. There should’ve been hundreds of dollars folded up in the cash pocket. Did one of the men banging her over the weekend pick her boot pocket?

“I’ve been robbed,” she whispered.

“No money?”

“I thought I had some, but…”

Candy’s pleasant expression turned sour. She didn’t give up anything for free.

“I promise, I’ll pay you later. I’ll pay double.”

“No. You’re going up against Wicked Wanda,” Candy said. “I doubt I’ll see you again.” She frowned, before her baby blues raked Purple Avenger’s body a few times. “There’s more than one way to pay…”

“Sex? You want me to fuck you? You?”

Candy pressed up closer, biting her lip. Desire filled her expressive eyes. Purple Avenger noticed the ex-heroine’s nips poking out hard through the thin stretchy fabric. Yeah, she wasn’t wearing a bra, so…

She looked up as Candy’s face moved to within a inch of hers, their parted lips almost touching. She felt the ex-heroine’s breath on her cheek, on her lips. And she suddenly couldn’t breathe, heart racing. That that says she wanted to mingle started between her legs.

“You used to be a heroine,” Purple Avenger whispered, eyes locking with Candy’s. “You should want to help me for free.”

“I know. I should,” she replied just as soft and breathy. “But no. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” She tilted her head, pressed in, and sweetly kissed Purple Avenger. “I think you want me, too.”

“Please, I was gangbanged for hours on end Friday, Saturday, and Sunday,” the heroine whispered, voice dropping an octave. “I’m very vulnerable right now.”

“I’ll take that as a resounding yes,” Candy said, and wrapped Purple Avenger in her arms and claimed her lips.

Purple Avenger lost track of time as they made out in that dark alley behind a hooker hotel. She pulled Candy’s dress down to expose her spectacular tits, while Candy pulled off the heroine’s costume top. They took turns kissing and sucking on each other’s tits and nipples.

“Come with me,” Candy said.

Neither woman bothered covering herself, as Candy led Purple Avenger through the hooker hotel’s back door, to the elevator, and up to her room. Candy then pulled off the heroine’s bikini bottoms, before Purple Avenger dropped to her knees as she pulled the hooker’s dress down to her ankles.

“Eat me,” Candy commanded, spreading her stiletto-heeled feet wide.

Hands on Candy’s flaring hips, Purple Avenger pressed her mouth to the hooker’s hot, wet pussy. She was waxed bare, just glistening pink folds.

“Mmmmgh,” Purple Avenger moaned after giving her a deep lick. “You taste like man cum.”

“Hey, I’m a working girl,” she said.

Purple Avenger surged up, lifting the blonde beauty up as she went. Three quick steps, and they fell upon the bed. Candy three her legs over the heroine’s shoulders, and Purple Avenger started kissing, licking, and sucking on her sweet puss. She moaned and groaned, her mind and body slipping so easily into that sexual role.

Pulling off her gloves, the heroine thrust fingers up the hooker’s pussy, finger-fucking her while sucking on her hard clit. Nibbling all around that sensitive nub, she quickly had Candy panting, gasping, crying out. And then…

“Aaaaaggggh! Yes!” Candy cried. “Oh baby, baby!”

The blonde slipped out from under Purple Avenger, before pulling the heroine all the way up into the bed. Then she forced the beautiful African-American to lay face up, while she laid full length atop her. He squashed her large, firm breasts against Purple Avenger’s, fingers intertwined, and legs atop legs.

“I have dicks shoved up my ho-ha from ten in the morning until two in the morning, six days a week,” Candy whispered between kisses. “Lesbian playtime is such a wonderful break.”

She thrust her hip forward. Purple Avenger smiled up at her, and thrust her hips up. Their clits pressed together. And then their lips melted together.

The two Valkyrie beauties wiggled and writhed, and rubbing clits. Purple Avenger felt her insides heating up. Hot tingles flowed through her spectacular body, even as she tried her best to please her lover. Candy tried just as hard, and together they pushed each other over the top once, twice… Five times.

“Enough,” Purple Avenger finally gasped out. How long have we been at it? An hour? Two?

She straddled Candy’s left thigh, while lifting her right leg straight up. The heroine scooted up, pressed her sloppy wet pussy against the hooker’s equally hot and wet pussy, and then started grinding into her. A look of pure bliss spread across Candy’s upturned face.

“Tell me, lover,” Purple Avenger purred. “Where can I find Wicked Wanda? Right now.”

Candy smiled up at her, bit her lip, and wagged her brows. “Top floor of his hotel.”

“What?”

“The top floor isn’t for working girls,” Candy said. “It is a penthouse suite that can only be accessed via key in the elevator, and is for special guests.”

“What about the stairs?”

“No. The stairway door to the top floor is reinforced to stop super heroines,” she said. “But, there is another way.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Balconies,” she said. “All you have to do is go to the floor beneath, leapt out a window, and catch hold of the balcony railing. No problem, right?”

“So be it,” Purple Avenger said, eyes narrow. “Time to exact my vengeance!”