Hollywood Heroines snippet (Patreon)

Per request, I did a quick search of my HD. Found a partially written Hollywood Heroine story, and here is a snippet. Actually, this is chapter 1

BTW, I did not reread this to see what condition it is in. It is first draft from around 2015. 

I'm not sayind Jessie Alto is based on Jessica Alba.... But, um, enjoy.

Hollywood Heroines: Street Justice

By Don Ship

"Up against the wall!"

"Hey!" Jessie Alto cried in outrage, shoved violently as she was leaving a swank Hollywood dance club. The famous Latina actress was tired of waiting for the valet, so headed off on her own to find her car. She hadn't gotten far before a ski-masked man accosted her. "Don't hurt me! I'll give you anything you want."

"Anything?" he said, copping a firm feel of her spectacular tits.

"Not that, you vile little man," she cried. "Let go of me."

Beautiful brown eyes looked the mugger up and down. He was about six feet tall, muscular, and big boned. He wore jeans, running shoes, and a dark fleece hoodie. It was too dark to tell any more about him. She lost interest in examining him when he thrust the pistol in her face. And he kept on fondling her.

"You're that hot actress, Jessie Alto, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Damn, babe, your body's firm. And you smell real pretty," he said, pressing up close. "And you ain't wearing no bra, either. Are you going completely commando, babe?"

The beautiful Hispanic actress fought the urge to knee him in the cojones. The pain would likely cause him to involuntarily pull the trigger, and blow her brains all over the wall behind her. Not a good solution to her predicament.

Instead, she released her fifteen hundred dollar designer purse. It crashed at her feet, spilling half of its contents across her nine hundred dollar Christian Louboutin platform pumps. The mugger hesitated, cut his dark eyes at her in annoyance.

"Nice," he said, then released her tit as he stepped back. Aiming the pistol right between her big, fear filled brown eyes, he sneered. "Aren't you just precious. Too good to be touched by a street rat like me, huh? I ought to…bitch."

He kept the pistol on her as he squatted and quickly sorted through her purse until he found her wallet. He took it and backed away.

"Turn around. Face the wall," he said, and she obeyed. "Count to one hundred before turning around, understand?"

"Yes." She took a deep, steadying breath. "One…two…three…four…"

Jessie heard the whisper of his running shoes as he ran away. She immediately whirled around, brown eyes blazing, fists clenched.

"No one mugs me and gets away with it," she growled, squatting to push everything back into her purse. "At least he didn't take the handbag. I love this handbag."

Within seconds the shapely Latina beauty was running down the street towards the club's valet parking lot. She had her keys in hand as she approached the white Lexus SUV. She jumped in, and raced off two blocks before whipping into a dark alley. Once she was far enough from the street to be hidden in the shadows, the celebrated beauty bolted around to the back. She pulled out a special gym bag, and then started stripping.

First, she put on a black mask. That was followed by snug black leather pants, which she stuffed into lace-up stiletto knee boots. Then she put on a midriff baring black leather corset that was held closed by two strap-n-buckles in front. She finished off her super heroine costume with black opera gloves, matching black satin choker and the most important article of her costume, the million dollar power belt. The belt, like her entire costume, was black. Shiny black, in this case, like her patient boots.

"Time for Dark Justice to teach that miscreant that crime doesn't pay," the sexy super heroine said, striking an arrogant pose for half a second.

When she snapped the wide power belt around her narrow waist, Dark Justice felt a heady surge of power infuse her spectacular body. The belt gave her ten times the strength of a normal man, vastly increased speed, and amazing physical endurance. She would even heal super fast while wearing the power belt.

Within moments of being mugged, the sexy super heroine was jogging down the last street she saw the mugger, heading in the same direction he'd gone. She went about three blocks before she spotted a dark figure hunched over down an alley. Dark Justice raced into the alley at him.

"Halt!" she cried. "Don't move."

"Holy shit, Dark Justice!" he cried, jumping back and dropping something. She ran up and snatched up what he'd dropped. It was her stolen wallet. He had cash and credit cards in his hands. "Hey, it's not what it looks like, honey. I found that wallet and was just trying to find out who it belonged to."

"I don't think so, miscreant," she said, looking him up and down. Six feet tall, big boned, and muscular, wearing running shoes, jeans, and a dark fleece hoodie. She had her man. "Put your hands behind your head and turn to face the wall. You are under arrested for armed robbery."

"Meddling bitch, just can't leave it alone, can you?" he snarled, pulling a pistol. Dark Justice assumed a super heroine stance before him: head high, chin and chest thrust out, and balled up fists on well rounded hips. He ripped off five shots point blank, right between her big tits. Not a single bullet struck home. Her power belt provided superb protection against missile weapons such as guns and crossbows. Even a rock thrown hard enough to injure would be deflected. "What the fuck?"

"Idiot," she sneered. "Now feel the wrath of justice too long denied. Eat boot."

With that, Dark Justice spun and slammed a mighty roundhouse kick into his mouth. The thug flipped completely over, landing in a moaning heap at her feet. She smiled down at him with supreme smugness.

"Not so tough now, heh mugger?"

"Hey, what's going on down here?" a man said. He was an ancient fellow, gristly grey head of hair and beard, bent stature, shuffling gait. But he was leading a dozen others, mostly younger looking. Some of the men looked downright dangerous. Most looked upon her suspiciously. "Is that Hank?"

"Gramps, this bitch attacked me," Hank wheezed out, then spit out a bloody tooth. "For no good reason."

"Zat right?" Gramps said. He narrowed his watery eyes at Dark Justice. "One of them there sleazy super heroine skanks by the look of ye."

"Sleazy? Skank?" Dark Justice said, brown eyes narrowing. She failed to notice that the homeless men had formed a deep semicircle around her, trapping her against the wall. "That's quite enough from you, old man. I'm Dark Justice, and I have apprehended this foul mugger red-handed."

"Bullshit," Hank said. "She's a glory whore and planted the wallet of money on me."

"Planted? You mugged a bona fide major movie actress. She's my witness," Dark Justice said. "And a darned good witness, I might add. Her testimony will stand up in a court of law."

Gramps spit loudly between her shiny black boots. She tensed, brown eyes flashing indignantly. He scowled at her a long moment, then his eyes wandered up and down her shapely form. Finally he sneered at her.

"We be street people," he said. "A court of law don't do us no good. We practice Street Justice."

"How amusing," she said, gracing him with a very patronizing smile. "But Dark Justice practices realjustice. Hank, if that is his real name, will be going with me. He's going to jail."

Dark Justice bent to grab Hank, but Gramps spoke.

"Not so quick, Darkie," Gramps said. "Boys, I think the little lady needs a little demonstration of what Street Justice is all about."

That's when the shapely super heroine realized the threat. She was as strong as ten men, but they had more than ten men. Of course, that wasn't the best way to judge it. Sheer numbers were not enough to defeat a super heroine. They were cunning fighters, so their foes had to outwit or outfight them. Few normal men could outfight a super heroine, so then basically the super heroine had to make a mistake to lose. Dark Justice was known for her lack of making those mistakes.

"A helpful hint for keeping your legs unbroken, geezer," Dark Justice said, voice dropping dangerously. "Corrupting my highly respected name really ticks me off. Don't call me 'Darkie' or dark-anything but Dark Justice. Understand?"

"Was that a Dark Joke?" another man said, leering at her.

Dark Justice turned on that homeless man. He was big, black, and…at least as old as Gramps. When he grinned evilly at her, she noted he was missing most of his front teeth, and the few left were scummy sick looking. That was her mistake, because two things happened at once. Hank kicked the back of her left knee and Gramps spit in her eyes.

"Ack! Eww," she cried, twisting around in a vain attempt to maintain her feet.

The old black homeless man pounded a remarkably powerful right, followed by a left into her pretty face. Dark Justice cried out and fell back against the wall.

"Dog pile her, boys!" Gramps cried with wicked glee.

Dark Justice realized the danger, and leapt up as high as she could. Straight up, because she didn't have time to contemplate her options. And Gramps' spit had temporarily blinded her. So the street people crashed into the wall below her, a second before she came crashing down atop them. Before she could start fighting, though, Dark Justice was grabbed and lifted.

"Hey! Put me down," she cried, being body surfed atop the crowd. Facing up, she found herself being propelled rather quickly all around until she lost her orientation. It ended when she slammed head first into the wall. "Ugh!"

Dazed, she was then dropped hard to the pavement. A second later numerous hands seized her. The sexy super heroine's arms were pulled back and her black opera gloves pulled off. One glove was used to bind her wrists together, and the other used to tie her elbows together. Then she was forced to kneel before Gramps.

She was glad it was dark in that alley, because her face was flaming hot. Dark Justice couldn't believe her predicament. Laid low by…homeless men? Taken down by spit in the eye? How humiliating! She'll be the laughing stock of the super heroine world if that got out.

When dealing with evil men, she knew to never show weakness. Criminals only understood strength. In their seedy world it was dominate or be dominated. So the best defense was an attack, but then wasn't it always?

"How dare you lay unfriendly hands on me, you old reprobate," she said, voice low and measured with her supreme anger. Her eyes narrowed and her full red lips curled. "Release me before it's too late."

Instead, Gramps backhanded her. "Silence!"

"Ugh," she grunted. "You dare to strike Dark Justice? Miscreants, you will all know my wrath! I will…"

She still had her power belt, so was still super strong and fast, but the way the bound her arms left her in a terribly vulnerable situation. It really messed up her center of balance, making it difficult, if not impossible, to utilize her super powers.

"Awww, shut up," Hank said and kicked her in the chin. That kick left her dazed and confused, but she knew when he started unlacing her corset. "Let's see what kind of treasure chest she has. It looks bountiful to me."

That bastard is obsessed with tits, she thought, head spinning and body aching.

Before she could voice her objections, Hank pulled the black leather corset away. Dark Justice gasped, as did all the men. But for different reasons. It was the first time in five years as a super heroine Dark Justice knew defeat. All masked vigilantes understood this could happen, but she always considered herself too smart, too clever, too careful to fall victim like that.

"Fuckin' A yeah," Hank cried. "Check out those sweet melons, boys. We gonna have a great time tonight." He reached and grabbed both of her spectacular tits, and started painfully fondling the helpless heroine. "Oh man, these jugs are firm and silky smooth."

One of the side-effects of wearing a power belt was an energized libido. Dark Justice was always glad she suffered less from that affliction than most heroines, but no woman was completely free of the belt's erotic influence. Hank's mashing and kneading of her sensitive boobs had an immediate and profound effect, making her insides go squishy hot and achy. She sucked in a sharp breath, holding as she fought to regain control over her aroused body.

"Unhand me, you uncouth miscreant," Dark Justice cried, big brown eyes wide in shock and horror. Then he dropped one hand to his own crotch, and unzipped. Her eyes widened even more when he pulled out a big, thick cock. "I'm a respected act…uhhmmm, a super heroine. This is highly disrespectful! I demand respect!"

Hank released her boob to grab a fistful of silky dark hair, and pulled her face in close to his erection. Her eyes widened, mouth watering, as visions of sucking him off filled her way too fertile mind. The mugger pressed the head of his dick to her full red lips, rubbing back and forth. Her insides turned to complete mush at that time, and a thrill raced up her spine.

"You know, I think the bitch is serious," Gramps said. "I guess I was wrong."

Hank paused, turning a surprised look at the old bastard. Dark Justice felt warm relief flow through her body.

"Damn right you were wrong," Dark Justice said, scowling at Hank who was still holding his cock to her mouth.

"I always thought dumbass bimbos were all blonde white chicks, but it looks like Mexican girls can be just as bimbo stupid," Gramps said.

"How dareyou!" she cried, then Hank laughed and shoved his cock into her mouth. She realized her mistake, which allowed him to thrust to the back of her tongue before she knew it. She tightened her mouth around his shaft, to stop him from going down her throat, but at the same time she involuntarily sucked. And groaned. "Hhhhmmmmggghhhh."

Dark Justice gasped round the dick, tasting his unwashed flesh and nearly gagging. Hank thrust over and over, but not getting any deeper. He wasn't trying, so she relaxed a bit. Unfortunately, he was so thick it was almost impossible for her to not suck on it.

"Good thinking, my boy. That shut her yapper real good," Gramps said, chuckling. He watched for a long moment while Hank established a nice, steady stroking in and out of the shocked looking super heroine's sweet looking mouth. "What do you say, boys? Shall we all run a train on her big, loud mouth?"

"YES!" they cried.

Hank lasted all of three minutes in her mouth. Unfortunately, he thrust deep when he came and forced her to swallow every last drop. That left her mind reeling. She had never swallowed before. Heck, she had to be steadily dating a boy for a year before she even gave brief head, much less let him come in her mouth. It was just so sticky icky.

Hank was replaced by Gramps, who had a small but demanding dick. Before he started, though, Gramps took the time to rub his cock all over her face. She screwed up her face and felt like retching. Such unholy insult and indignity! She began plotting her just revenge as Gramps spread her full lips with his dick, diving in deep as he could go, anyway. As expected, he couldn't handle oral for more than a minute, but instead of coming in her mouth, Gramps sprayed her beautiful face with his sticky, hot cum.

Dark Justice's mind almost shut down completely at that vile insult. What an act of depravity! They were treating her worse than a crack whore. It was all almost beyond her ability to comprehend. Then the old black geezer stepped up and started slapping her face hard with his long, skinny dick.