Ms Virtue: A Bold Beauty (Chapter 10) (Patreon)

Chapter 10

North Park Mall, Saturday, 2 PM…

Ivanka strolled out of Victoria’s Secret and headed over to the high end shoe store next door. She noticed both men and women covertly look her over. A tiny smile played across her full red lips. She was dressed to impress in a quite revealing halter dress and stiletto ankle boots. A Hermès Birkin handbag hung on her right shoulder. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a pompadour ponytail, with large, dark sunglasses acting like a mask.

She cut her eyes over to the dress shop behind those sunglasses. Eyes locked on the blonde in skimpy white, with gold decorations. Ms Virtue was speaking with Ariana’s two massive black bodyguards. The super heroine did not look happy.

Strange, because we gave her more than one happy ending last night.

The Russian beauty bit her lip. The brief capture, use, and abuse of Ms Virtue had been so thrilling. They’d never even gone after, much less captured a super heroine before. It proved easier than they’d ever thought to capture and depower the celebrated heroine. And Ms Virtue had submitted so sweetly.

Visions of what went down just hours earlier filled Ivanka’s head. Her pussy got so hot and achy, remembering the feel of grinding into the heroine’s sloppy wet cunt. Licking her tall stiletto heel, grinding pussies… It was Nirvana. 

I have to convince father to use Ariana to lure Ms Virtue into a trap, she thought. Maybe we can keep her for a few weeks before Maxim finds a buyer.

Stepping up to a display of Casadei boots, Ivanka pulled her phone out of the purse and messaged her father. 

I have eyes on Ms Virtue and two bodyguards. They are in front of the shop, not inside with the girl.

A sales lady approached, but Ivanka waved her away. 

Her father replied quickly: Really? That is great news. Try to get inside the store with Ariana. We are outside behind the store right now. It is clear.

She cut her eyes to Ms Virtue, who looked agitated as she paced around. Still horny from the previous night’s setback? I know I still am.

She could only imagine how humiliating it was for the proud super heroine. Ivanka’s pussy throbbed, so wet and achy, thinking about how she defiled Ms Virtue. Took her down, manhandled her, and enjoyed her beautiful body. They made the High and Mighty super heroine helpless and hopeless.

Until the other three heroines showed up and ruined everything. She frowned at that thought. Ms Virtue rescued Ariana from them, and then other heroines rescued the busty blonde heroine. So they lost twice in one night.

My vengeance will be terrible, Ms Virtue, she thought, eyes narrowing. 

Dropping her eyes back to the phone. I’m going in.

Phone in her left hand, Birkin bag to the right, the Russian beauty casually strolled out of the shoe store, across the corridor, and began window shopping as she headed toward the store that specialized in cocktail dresses and club wear. Ms Virtue and both bodyguards gave her the evil eye, but did nothing to block or stop her.

Ivanka moved slowly, pausing occasionally to look at merchandise on display. In just a few minutes she reached the store, spotting Ariana and both PAs inside with three sales clerks acting like eager to please puppies. Both PAs were carrying multiple dresses for their boss. 

I guess Miss Ariana needs retail therapy to deal with stress, she thought. A girl after my own heart.

Ariana looked fabulous in a low-cut red halter top, tight jeans, and red patent pumps. She wore lots of big, shiny jewelry, hair down and swishing around her body.

And that’s why some horny billionaire is willing to pay a fucking fortune to own your privileged butt.

The Russian paused to examine two dresses on display in the front window, then she stepped inside. Turning to a rack of dresses, Ivanka started flipping through them. She watched Ms Virtue and the bodyguards out the corner of her eyes. They were intent on her, but no one was moving yet. So she hadn’t triggered them.

But they had done their research. Ariana was known to shop in that store whenever in town. So earlier they had studied the store’s layout. Found all the ways in and out, especially the quickest escape route. They knew where the security cameras were aimed.

They had a plan.

Ivanka draped a dress over her arm. She glanced at the dressing room section all the way in back. A black curtain covered the entry to a viewing room, with mirrors and seating for family and friends. There was a staff only door to the back storeroom as well, in case the customer needed something not on display.

Collecting three more dresses, Ivanka headed for the dressing rooms. She acted surprised to see Ariana as she passed by, stopping to get a selfie with the TV star. She made sure her back was to the heroine and bodyguards when she removed her sunglasses for the photo. Then putting the sunglasses back on, she continued to the back as if nothing was amiss. Just a hot chick out shopping.

I’m in the dressing room and waiting for her to come in. Start moving in, she messaged her father.

He acknowledged, allowing her to stuff the phone back into her handbag. And waited.

She didn’t have to wait long. The mindless chattered of young women and gay men quickly followed her into the dressing room area. She heard them discussing the gay man’s love life, Ariana and the female PA giggling and making crude suggestions of things he should do for his boyfriends. Ivanka rolled her eyes, but moved around to make enough noise they knew which dressing room was occupied.

A covert peak out found one twenty-something sales clerk with them, looking star-struck and out of place. Ivanka cracked the door open, stuck her head out, and locked eyes with the sales girl.

“I’m so sorry,” she said in a perfect American accent. “Could you help me a little in here?”

The dark-haired sales girl looked surprised, and then glanced at Ariana. The TV star waved her away to help, while she turned to stride into a stall with multiple dresses over one arm. Ivanka ducked back inside, opened her Birkin bag, and pulled out a sealed storage back with a wet cloth inside.

The sales girl came in, “How can I help you, Miss?”

Ivanka pointed to the dresses hanging on a hook. “That first dress.”

The girl looked frustrated, but turned and reached for the dress. Ivanka took the wet cloth in hand, rushed up behind the sales girl, and slapped the cloth over her mouth and nose. She struggled, gasping and groaning, but the chloroform quickly overwhelmed her.

Holding the struggling girl tightly, Ivanka chloroformed her unconscious a lot quieter than she had anticipated. So she was feeling so good, so confident as she pulled her purse’s strap diagonally across her body, the bag pushed back behind her. Chloroform cloth in hand, she rushed out. 

She scanned the two PAs, who froze and stared at her in alarm. The male was shorter, looked pathetically weak, so she surged into the female. A foot to the the woman’s chin put her down for the count, allowing Ivanka to kick the male in the belly, and then slap the cloth over his mouth and nose. 

“What the hell is going on out there?” Ariana called. “Will you guys stop horsing around?”

The male PA wasn’t completely out yet, but already incoherent. So she released him and rushed into Ariana’s stall. She found the TV actress in a little red dress, with her red heels, admiring herself in a mirror. Ariana’ jaw dropped, and she promptly fell off her high heels and to her butt. 

Ivanka pounced upon her.

The chloroform cloth muffled Ariana’s screams for help. A moment later the young beauty went completely limp. Fastest anyone had ever succumbed to chloroform in Ivanka’s human trafficking career. She lay the actress out, pulled her phone, and sent her father a message to come in and take Ariana away. Then she returned to the male PA, who was trying to shake off the effects of the chloroform.

She reapplied the cloth as her father, Lev, and Alexei rushed through the storeroom door. They quickly swept Ariana’s completely limp body up and were gone. Ivanka was determined the boy would stay down, so waited just long enough for him to pass completely out.

The Russian beauty pulled out her lipstick, and wrote on the wall: Got her, Ms V. We win.