Ms Patriot: Training Aids (Chapter 1) (Patreon)

Ms Patriot: Training Aids

By Don Ship

Grimme City, Monday…

“Thank you for agreeing to help us, Ms Patriot” Commissioner Jorden said.

Jennifer Jade nodded, a tiny smile stretching full red lips as she drove and spoke on the phone. She was, of course, speaking to Grimme City’s Police Commissioner on speaker phone, a keen eye on the light traffic around her. She was almost home. She was definitely not in costume yet.

“Think nothing of it, Commissioner,” she said, her voice deep and compelling. It was her Ms Patriot voice. “I thought we were rid of the Biggs Brothers’ predations. But they are back in town, and we are well aware of how dangerous they are, so Patriot Girl and I understand the need is great.”

Few super heroines operated in the light of day. Everyone thought it was because they wanted to hide in the night shadows to pounce on the bad guys. Not at all. Ms Patriot preferred working in full daylight, but a girl’s gotta eat. Super heroines were not paid for their services, so they needed evil day jobs. Or in Jennifer’s case, Chairperson and CEO of her own multibillion dollar corporation.

Few super heroines were rich like her, but it helped. Being a super heroine could be expensive. So the richest heroines provided a fund for the less fortunate heroines to tap when the need arose.

“Hank and Jake Biggs have been terrorizing other cities these past few years, Ms Patriot,” he said. “At last count, they have defeated and captured nine super heroines. Indeed, they captured, unmasked, and sold all four of New Orleans’ super heroines to human traffickers last year.”

Jennifer’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. She personally knew each and every one of those lost heroines down in the Big Easy. Her soul burned for vengeance. She might not be able to save the lost heroines, but she would make the Biggs Brothers pay dearly.

Life in prison is more than fair, she thought.

If the lost heroines had to spend the rest of their lives in human bondage, then the men that captured them should wallow in prison just as long. With no hope of parole. She would accept nothing less.

“I know, Commissioner, Goddess how I know,” she whispered. “But I’ve dealt with the Biggs Brothers before. After all, I’m the only one to ever arrest and send them to prison. And I was a mere rookie heroine at the time.”

Five years back, just two months into her super heroine career, Ms Patriot crossed paths with the Biggs Brothers. It didn’t go well at first, but the brothers were just as new to their super powers as she was to hers. Ms Patriot eventually came out on top, after a couple regrettable setbacks. Unfortunately, the judge only gave them two years in prison.

Jennifer turned onto her street. Jade Manor rose up before her on the left. Her ancestral home was a stately Tudor surrounded by lush informal grounds. She got a little warm and fuzzy every time she drove up to the vast estate. Yeah, it was good to be a billionaire.

“I see Patriot Girl,” she said. “I have to go, Commission, but know that Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl are on the job. Together, we’ll find and arrest the Biggs Brothers in no time.”

She ended the call just before her white Mercedes Benz pulled up behind Lynda’s red BMW convertible. The blonde college sophomore lifted a perfectly manicured hand to wave as she waited for the Jade Manor gate to finish opening. Jennifer followed her in, through the grounds, and into the very large garage.

“Heeey, Ms J,” Lynda sang. Her lovely blue eyes looked Jennifer over as the billionaire businesswoman slipped out of her car. “Looking so good. Looking like a total boss.”

“Thank you,” Jennifer said with a smile. She swept waist-length black hair out of her face, back over her shoulder. “You’re too kind.”

Jennifer wore a maroon bandage dress, hemline to mid-thigh, long sleeves, but a large boob window to show off her deep cleavage. She accessorized quite minimally with only diamond stud earrings and black stiletto pumps.

“How do your professors concentrate on their lesson plan with you looking so amazing?” Jennifer asked, looking Lynda over.

The nineteen year old blonde wore her hair down, with glossy pink lips and oversized silver hoop earrings. She wore a crop top tee, diamond belly ring, low riding faded jeans, and pink stiletto pumps. Yeah, she was all shades of baby blue and pink. A teenage boy’s wet dream come true.

“Not my problem if they can’t concentrate.”

“I hope you sit in back to keep from distracting your male teachers.”

“Nope. Front row,” she said.

Lynda covered her mouth as she giggled.

“You are so naughty.”

“I know, right?” the blonde said. “I mean, what?”

Jennifer laughed. “You are outrageous.”

By that time they were passing out of the garage and into the main house. Their stilettos echoed in the long, dark hall off the garage. Jennifer led the way to the back stairs. They passed through the kitchen without a word, and then up the servants’ stairs to the second floor. The opulent corridor was wide and cool, with all of the mansion’s ten bedrooms opening onto it. They reached Lynda’s bedroom suite first, right next to Jennifer’s master bedroom suite.

“See ya in a bit,” Lynda said, and vanished inside.

Jennifer found her door ajar. She checked the adjoining bathroom to ensure no one was inside. Then she locked the bedroom door before tossing her purse on the bed and striding toward the closet. The raven-maned beauty entered a closet larger than most homes in America. She kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her designer dress, and put everything back in its place. Nothing was allowed to be out of place. Perfection in everything was key to her success.

The closet separated her suite from Lynda’s, whose closet shared the same wall. Jennifer moved over to a wall of shelves full of brightly colored designer shoes, and lifted her phone. She pulled up a new app, and activated it. The shelves slid away to reveal a secret room. Lynda turned to smile at her.

“You’re late, Ms P,” Lynda said, already half-dressed as Patriot Girl.

The blonde had her red, white, and blue stars and stripes bikini on, and was snapping the blue satin choker around her slender neck. Her neon pink bra and thong lay at her bare feet. Jennifer shook her head as she reached back to unfasten her bra.

“I couldn’t find the ladder to climb out of my heels with. You know me. Safety first,” she said, walking past the teen. She went straight to her vanity, her super heroine costume waiting.

Jennifer quickly replaced her bra with a red and white, vertically striped corset. The strapless satin garment practically glowed in the vanity’s light. Next came her skimpy blue, star-spangled short-shorts. Red patent thigh boots sheathed her long legs, before she pulled on bright red opera gloves. A golden colored choker encircled her throat, before she glued a blue mask to her face.

“I am Ms Patriot,” she said, snapping the shiny gold belt around her tiny waist. Her breath caught, eyes glazing over, as the power belt’s magic flowed into her. Super powers infused her shapely body. “That’s nice.”

“Nice is an understatement,” Patriot Girl said, now in full costume. The busty teen stood before her vanity, pulled her hair up into bouncy pigtails, and then applied another coat of red lip gloss. “So what's the deal, Ms P?”

“The Biggs Brothers have hit a few check cashing stores,” she said, leading the way to the elevator down into the Patriot Cave. “Now that might not impress you much, but the Biggs Brothers are a special kind of trouble. And Friday is the end of month payday, so the cash checking stores will have more money than usual on-hand.”

“So you think the brothers are just warming up for the big haul Friday?”

“That is what the police are worried about,” she said.

Patriot Girl was just a sidekick. Just a year into the super heroine game. She had to go through a two year apprenticeship, and at twenty she’d be unleashed on the world as a newly forged super heroine. So the young blonde wasn’t around when the Biggs Brothers were last in Grimme City.

“The Biggs Brothers are an anomaly. Super powered men. Worse still, they don’t need an object of power like your belt to allow them to tap into the Otherworld for their powers.”

“How did that happen?”

“Genetic research gone wrong,” Ms Patriot said. “Basically, a scientist working for the Army was trying to create super soldiers. He created super criminals instead. The eldest brother, Hank, is as strong as a full super heroine. While his brother, Jake, has normal strength, but is lightning fast. Together, the brothers are formidable.”

“Are these the guys that have been terrorizing super heroines in places like Las Vegas and New Orleans?”

“Yes. I dealt with them once, five years back, and sent them to prison for two years,” she said. “That’s the last time they lost a fight with a heroine.”

“Oh wow,” Patriot Girl said, eyes huge. “Now I’m a little scared.”

“Don’t be, sweetie,” she said, giving the busty beauty a little hug. “I defeated them both, by myself, when I was just a newbie heroine. We got this.”