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Svetta Kistrun loved nights in.
Wearing her snuggliest pyjamas, snuggled up on the couch with her girlfriend watching crappy TV, either a freshly delivered pizza or gigantic tub of icecream shared between them. It was her idea of heaven. Grace had recently started her watching BimboVision, and after binge viewing three series, she had to admit it was growing on her.
She giggled a little as one of the vacuous but gorgeous blondes struggled to bake a cake, and ended up licking the mixing bowl clean...and then realising she'd forgotten to pour the mix into a baking tray first! She ended up with a little blob of cake mix on the end of her nose, and spent the rest of the episode crosseyed and trying to lick it off, never seeming to realise that her tongue couldn't quite reach.
Grace saw her giggle, and giggled, tilting her head to the side and resting it on Svetta's shoulder.
"Babe..."
"If you're about to ask me to bake a cake..."
"How'd you guess?"
"Call it a hunch." Svetta giggled as Grace swooped in close, licking a smudge of ice cream from Svetta's cheek. "You're adorable."
"Dang it, I was just about to tell you that." They both giggled. "I freaking love you, Svetlana Kistrun. Seriously, what did I ever do to deserve you in my life?"
"You showed up and busted a hypnotist as I was happily handing over my purse?"
"Oh, yeah. That."
"We should totally try that again." Grace arched an eyebrow. "What? It was kinda fun! I could play the cop this time, and you could be the cute, hypnotized victim..."
"Ohhh, don't tempt me, Kistrun." Grace chuckled, absently stroking Svetta's strawberry blonde hair. "Besides, I'm totally not getting sleepy."
There was a sound of smashing. Svetta yelped, the sudden noise startling her enough to send her tumbling from the couch, a fluffy sock remaining pinned under Grace's leg, trapped and torn free from her foot as she fell, its little smiley bunny face being smothered beneath the lovely curve of the detective's rear, seperated from buttock by nothing more than short, short, short sports shorts. A low, quiet, whispery "pssssshhhhhhh" filled the apartment.
It didn't take long for the gas to take effect. Grace closed her eyes and laid down on the couch, while Svetta simply let her head fall back and rested on the floor. Within a few seconds, both girls were snoring.
Five men, in black flak jackets, gas masks, gloves and boots, with long, heavy-looking guns in hand and pockets bulging with little gadgets, burst in through the door, reducing it to splinters and stomping through the breach, watching the two unconscious beauties carefully.
"Report; gas grenade effective, target and civilian neutralised. Thirty minutes to transport back to base, go, go go!" One, probably the leader, barked, waving his hands. The other four moved off in two-man teams, one grabbing his victim by the ankles, the other taking the wrists, and together, with practiced, military efficiency, they lifted the pair of sleeping, unresisting women.
One man chuckled.
"Heh. I thought the Detective was supposed to be tough?"
"Must've been distracted by her little girlfriend. She's pretty cute."
"Eh, I'm more about blondes myself. You can have cutie, I'll take sexy any day."
"How about ass-kicky?" Chirped a third voice, taking the squad of soldiers by surprise. They all dropped their victims, hands grabbing for their weapons while the girls limp bodies fell to the floor. Svetta's head bonked against the edge of the coffee table.
Stood by the window was a girl, pale and blonde. Judging by her height, she can't have been older than her late teens. She wore a skintight, white cloth bodysuit, with dark blue gloves and boots, and a strip of dark blue running down her torso, up over her collar, and merging with the mask that covered her eyes and, by extension, her cheeks. Her chin, mouth, nose and the top of her head were exposed. A dark blue cape with a golden interior was wrapped around her neck and shoulders, and fluttered anxiously around her ankles. A golden 'J' was embroided on her chest, in swirling, ancient font. Her lips were twisted into a little smile, her sky blue eyes sparkled from behind her mask, and her straight, golden blonde hair reached down to the bottom of her shoulderblades.
"Uhh...why isn't the gas working on her? Shouldn't she be snoring like these two?"
"Who cares!? Just bonk her on the head and let's get outta here!"
She chuckled. "Really?" The nearest soldier swung a punch at her face. Bones audibly crunched. She didn't even flinch. He fell back, screaming, clutching at his broken hand. "Really?"
"AGH! It's like punching a wall!"
"She's a Meta, fire, fire, FIRE!" A storm of gunfire harmlessly pinged off her. She rested her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes as the bullets hit with absolutely no effect. She didn't even seem to notice the impacts.
"You guys aren't too smart, are you?"
There was an almighty 'WHOOSH' of air as she took flight, soaring forwards. She flew shoulder-first into the nearest soldier, the force of the collision sending him flying into two of his companions, both of whom crumpled under his weight. The fourth man tried to fire his gun one-handed, his crumpled and broken hand held tenderly against his chest. A bullet bounced off her eye. She grabbed the nearby coffee table and, one-handed, hurled it into him hard enough to knock him into the wall. The table shattered on impact, and he, like the others, slumped unconscious.
"DON'T MOVE!" The one remaining soldier called. He had his forearm wrapped around the neck of the slumbering Detective Harrison, and a gun pressed against her forehead. She simply rolled her eyes and, moving at superhuman speeds, crossed the room, slapped his gun away and, with a tap on the forehead, knocked him soundly unconscious. Both he and the still-drugged Detective fell, limp and lifeless, to the ground.
"Well, that was easy."
She smirked, craned her neck from side to side, listening to the muscles fizzle and pop, then cracked her knuckles and took a deep breath, sucking up all the gas from the room and holding it in her puffed-out cheeks. It took her half a second to fly out through the window and blow the gas out into the night sky, where it wouldn't hurt anyone.
With the air cleared, it wasn't long before Detective Harison and her redhead girlfriend began to yawn and blearily rub their eyes, shaking their heads a little to clear away any lingering grogginess.
"Wha-"
"What happened?"
"Detective, are you okay? These men gassed you two and tried to carry you away...'course, they didn't get too far."
"Um..." Grace rested her head in her hands, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Nhh...you...you stopped them?" The girl in the mask nodded, smiling. "Thank you. Uh...what do I call you?"
"Jupiter Girl, ma'am."
"Really?"
"Just another concerned citizen doing her bit to make this city a nicer, safer place for everyone! 'course, the superpowers help..." She shrugged, giggling. "You two ladies have a nice evening. And don't worry; Jupiter Girl is here to help!"
With that, she flew out through the window, leaving the two freshly awakened girls to gape in amazement. Grace looked around, surveying the quintet of unconscious soldiers. Then at the broken door, window and coffee table. None of those had been cheap. And then at the dozens of spent and crumpled bullets scattered across the floor. And then her mind moved on to the inevitable mountain of paperwork she'd have to file at the station.
Detective Grace Harrison hung her head and groaned. Another superhero.
"Greeeeeeat."
Wearing her snuggliest pyjamas, snuggled up on the couch with her girlfriend watching crappy TV, either a freshly delivered pizza or gigantic tub of icecream shared between them. It was her idea of heaven. Grace had recently started her watching BimboVision, and after binge viewing three series, she had to admit it was growing on her.
She giggled a little as one of the vacuous but gorgeous blondes struggled to bake a cake, and ended up licking the mixing bowl clean...and then realising she'd forgotten to pour the mix into a baking tray first! She ended up with a little blob of cake mix on the end of her nose, and spent the rest of the episode crosseyed and trying to lick it off, never seeming to realise that her tongue couldn't quite reach.
Grace saw her giggle, and giggled, tilting her head to the side and resting it on Svetta's shoulder.
"Babe..."
"If you're about to ask me to bake a cake..."
"How'd you guess?"
"Call it a hunch." Svetta giggled as Grace swooped in close, licking a smudge of ice cream from Svetta's cheek. "You're adorable."
"Dang it, I was just about to tell you that." They both giggled. "I freaking love you, Svetlana Kistrun. Seriously, what did I ever do to deserve you in my life?"
"You showed up and busted a hypnotist as I was happily handing over my purse?"
"Oh, yeah. That."
"We should totally try that again." Grace arched an eyebrow. "What? It was kinda fun! I could play the cop this time, and you could be the cute, hypnotized victim..."
"Ohhh, don't tempt me, Kistrun." Grace chuckled, absently stroking Svetta's strawberry blonde hair. "Besides, I'm totally not getting sleepy."
There was a sound of smashing. Svetta yelped, the sudden noise startling her enough to send her tumbling from the couch, a fluffy sock remaining pinned under Grace's leg, trapped and torn free from her foot as she fell, its little smiley bunny face being smothered beneath the lovely curve of the detective's rear, seperated from buttock by nothing more than short, short, short sports shorts. A low, quiet, whispery "pssssshhhhhhh" filled the apartment.
It didn't take long for the gas to take effect. Grace closed her eyes and laid down on the couch, while Svetta simply let her head fall back and rested on the floor. Within a few seconds, both girls were snoring.
Five men, in black flak jackets, gas masks, gloves and boots, with long, heavy-looking guns in hand and pockets bulging with little gadgets, burst in through the door, reducing it to splinters and stomping through the breach, watching the two unconscious beauties carefully.
"Report; gas grenade effective, target and civilian neutralised. Thirty minutes to transport back to base, go, go go!" One, probably the leader, barked, waving his hands. The other four moved off in two-man teams, one grabbing his victim by the ankles, the other taking the wrists, and together, with practiced, military efficiency, they lifted the pair of sleeping, unresisting women.
One man chuckled.
"Heh. I thought the Detective was supposed to be tough?"
"Must've been distracted by her little girlfriend. She's pretty cute."
"Eh, I'm more about blondes myself. You can have cutie, I'll take sexy any day."
"How about ass-kicky?" Chirped a third voice, taking the squad of soldiers by surprise. They all dropped their victims, hands grabbing for their weapons while the girls limp bodies fell to the floor. Svetta's head bonked against the edge of the coffee table.
Stood by the window was a girl, pale and blonde. Judging by her height, she can't have been older than her late teens. She wore a skintight, white cloth bodysuit, with dark blue gloves and boots, and a strip of dark blue running down her torso, up over her collar, and merging with the mask that covered her eyes and, by extension, her cheeks. Her chin, mouth, nose and the top of her head were exposed. A dark blue cape with a golden interior was wrapped around her neck and shoulders, and fluttered anxiously around her ankles. A golden 'J' was embroided on her chest, in swirling, ancient font. Her lips were twisted into a little smile, her sky blue eyes sparkled from behind her mask, and her straight, golden blonde hair reached down to the bottom of her shoulderblades.
"Uhh...why isn't the gas working on her? Shouldn't she be snoring like these two?"
"Who cares!? Just bonk her on the head and let's get outta here!"
She chuckled. "Really?" The nearest soldier swung a punch at her face. Bones audibly crunched. She didn't even flinch. He fell back, screaming, clutching at his broken hand. "Really?"
"AGH! It's like punching a wall!"
"She's a Meta, fire, fire, FIRE!" A storm of gunfire harmlessly pinged off her. She rested her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes as the bullets hit with absolutely no effect. She didn't even seem to notice the impacts.
"You guys aren't too smart, are you?"
There was an almighty 'WHOOSH' of air as she took flight, soaring forwards. She flew shoulder-first into the nearest soldier, the force of the collision sending him flying into two of his companions, both of whom crumpled under his weight. The fourth man tried to fire his gun one-handed, his crumpled and broken hand held tenderly against his chest. A bullet bounced off her eye. She grabbed the nearby coffee table and, one-handed, hurled it into him hard enough to knock him into the wall. The table shattered on impact, and he, like the others, slumped unconscious.
"DON'T MOVE!" The one remaining soldier called. He had his forearm wrapped around the neck of the slumbering Detective Harrison, and a gun pressed against her forehead. She simply rolled her eyes and, moving at superhuman speeds, crossed the room, slapped his gun away and, with a tap on the forehead, knocked him soundly unconscious. Both he and the still-drugged Detective fell, limp and lifeless, to the ground.
"Well, that was easy."
She smirked, craned her neck from side to side, listening to the muscles fizzle and pop, then cracked her knuckles and took a deep breath, sucking up all the gas from the room and holding it in her puffed-out cheeks. It took her half a second to fly out through the window and blow the gas out into the night sky, where it wouldn't hurt anyone.
With the air cleared, it wasn't long before Detective Harison and her redhead girlfriend began to yawn and blearily rub their eyes, shaking their heads a little to clear away any lingering grogginess.
"Wha-"
"What happened?"
"Detective, are you okay? These men gassed you two and tried to carry you away...'course, they didn't get too far."
"Um..." Grace rested her head in her hands, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Nhh...you...you stopped them?" The girl in the mask nodded, smiling. "Thank you. Uh...what do I call you?"
"Jupiter Girl, ma'am."
"Really?"
"Just another concerned citizen doing her bit to make this city a nicer, safer place for everyone! 'course, the superpowers help..." She shrugged, giggling. "You two ladies have a nice evening. And don't worry; Jupiter Girl is here to help!"
With that, she flew out through the window, leaving the two freshly awakened girls to gape in amazement. Grace looked around, surveying the quintet of unconscious soldiers. Then at the broken door, window and coffee table. None of those had been cheap. And then at the dozens of spent and crumpled bullets scattered across the floor. And then her mind moved on to the inevitable mountain of paperwork she'd have to file at the station.
Detective Grace Harrison hung her head and groaned. Another superhero.
"Greeeeeeat."
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Deeper Undercover
I hate parties. Always have. Even as a kid. Cake and ice cream and clowns? No thanks, count me out. Murderous thugs, slimeball lawyers, and Hollywood bimbos? Also no thanks. And yet here I was, wandering around the back half of Avery Berman's estate like I wanted to be there, smiling and nodding and keeping a sharp lookout for the man himself. More importantly, a sharp lookout for the beautiful woman who was now completely under Avery's nasty, evil thumb. Luckily, I found her before I found him.
"Paul!"
Cassie rushed over to greet me, and I eagerly let her body wrap around mine. Tara would probably kill me if she saw what I was doing, but o
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Deep Undercover
Cassie was always right on time. I liked that about her, probably because it's so rare in Los Angeles. Most people here will sweep into a restaurant twenty minutes late, juggling their car keys, coffee mug, and cell phone, before dropping into a chair and proudly proclaiming themselves to be "early" because the traffic on the 101 wasn't completely gridlocked. But no, not Cassie. I was ten minutes early for our lunch date; she was fifteen.
She waved as I entered the patio section outside our favorite little corner cafe, removing her purse from the seat she'd saved for me. "Paul! Good to see you! You look great!"
That was a lie. I looked terr
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Welcome to the Sleepyhotel- Introduction
Instructing the staff to keep the little, quiet Sleepyhotel as neat and clean as possible, Bram double-checked the visitor lists for tonight. Each bedroom plan was examined by him personally. Kay, his close friend with whom he started the hotel franchise. Though Kay is Bram's associate, for such a small hotel with only 6 rooms, his main tasks are catering and cleaning. But, the majority of the cleaning is done by 23-year-old newcomer Kata, who also handles greeting chores. The hotel was one of the few from the Sleepyhotel franchise. They all had the traits of being quite tiny and situated in extremely remote areas, mainly acting as overnight accommodations for outdoor enthusiasts like hikers. However, though small, the hotels had a little gym, and a swimming pool which was extremely rare for such small sized establishments. The hotels also often had really positive reviews and always tended to be fully booked, which isn't a big surprise considering he number of rooms but we can comfortably say their remote locations doesn't help boost demand of services, though again the hotels are kept with only a few rooms. Focus on quality, not quantity they say... Bram's hotel was the largest, as most of the others throughout the region have 5 rooms instead of Bram's 6. Bram and Kay prepared every room, and now waited for their customers to show up. Bram checked their details and it was 4 girls, actually 5 but the fifth would arrive later. Bram: "Everything's ready?" Kay: "Yep! Everything ready for an usual sleepy night at the Sleepyhotel, he-he..." Replied Kay with a giggle. Bram: "I've told Kata to stay for tonight, her first night shift." Kay:, "Yeah, I've seen that... She'll love it, don't worry." *A few hours later, at around 4PM...* Scarlett: "Oh shut up, Amy! They'll just join us later." Amy: "Yeah but it would've been better if we waited for them... Anyway, never mind." The 2 girls enter the small hotel and head towards the reception, where a young brunette stands ready to receive them. Amy: "Hi I'm Amy and that is Scarlett Smythe, we booked 2 rooms this morning for tonight. We also have 2 of our friends under the same booking who'll join us soon and they'll be taking 2 other rooms." Scarlett: "So 4 in total." Says Scarlett, somewhat haughtily. Kata: "Oh yes of course one second please.. Let's see for you 2..." She says avidly, looking at her screen trying to navigate the relatively hard hotel system. "So we have room 2 and 3. And the rooms opposing yours are for your friends. Here are the keys and you can get yourself situated if you like." She says whilst handing out 2 sets of keys, before to add robotically though with a friendly smile: "Also our restaurant is open for breakfast from 6AM till 10AM, for lunch from 12 till 3PM and for dinner from 5:30PM till 9:30 PM. For all your questions you can always ask our staff they will have similar uniforms to mine." She says, pointing at her shirt, rather futilely since the members of staff are only 3 and that if you count Mr Bram. Scarlett: "What's the time now?" Utters the redhead, interrupting Kata. Amy: "It's 4PM right now, Amira said she'll be here in half an hour. Thank you miss." "I will let your friends know in which rooms you are when they get here. I hope you have a nice stay at the Sleepyhotel!" Says Kata with a beam that would make any manager looking for someone friendly towards customers hire her. Scarlett: "You forgot to tell us if the rooms are in the first or second floor..." Asks Scarlett the young receptionist, pointing out her oversight, as she sees the stairs on her right. Kata: "Oh uhm so sorry..." She timidly apologises, blushing slightly, before adding "It's on the second floor. There are little direction boards on the wall so you can see which way to go." Amy: "Thank you, let's go now Scar." Amy and Scarlett up the rickety stairs and proceed as instructed. There were just 4 rooms upstairs, each with their Roman number fastened into the front doors, thus the directions weren't necessary. Scarlett: "Alright I'm number 3 I guess. Just next to you." Amy: "Yep. Let's get in our rooms, get comfortable, lay out our stuff and by the time we get ready Mira and Ruby should be here. We can then talk about the upcoming mission in Paris and all the details. See you in 30 minutes." Scarlett: "Alright if you say so." Amy comes into her room carrying her bags. It contains all the documentation. She places it on a table and begins to scan the room. The place was rather compact. The only amenities are a single bed, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. tiny in comparison to other accommodations. Amy: "It's not that bad..." She murmurs to herself as she gets her laptop some documentation out of her luggage, takes her shoes off and coats off and lies down comfortably on the memory foam 3'0 single mattress so that she can read and prepare the brief for an upcoming mission in Paris to present to her 3 other associates in half an hour. *This is the new story I'll be working on from now based on the RP with* @H2opopo69
A very quick one (roughly an hour with my attention divided between writing and Hell's Kitchen) with a few purposes:
A) I haven't done any cute Svetta/Grace scenes for a while.
B) Every healthy relationship needs some shared sleepy peril. Trust me, I'm a schoolteacher.
C) I quite like fun, punchy little action-oriented stories. As a bit of light entertainment, and the very beginning of a much bigger storyline, I'm pretty happy with this.
D) I kinda had a new character and wanted to introduce her somehow. I'm not sure, but I think this might just about do the job...
WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS JUPITER GIRL? IS SHE ALL SHE APPEARS TO BE? JUST HOW POWERFUL IS THIS NEW PLAYER IN JUPITER CITY? AND WILL SHE BE A FRIEND AND ALLY, OR A RIVAL AND FOE TO OUR UBER-HEROINE?
Gee, I wish I could tell ya. But then I'd have to work it out myself first... MYSTERIES ARE FUN! ^.^
A) I haven't done any cute Svetta/Grace scenes for a while.
B) Every healthy relationship needs some shared sleepy peril. Trust me, I'm a schoolteacher.
C) I quite like fun, punchy little action-oriented stories. As a bit of light entertainment, and the very beginning of a much bigger storyline, I'm pretty happy with this.
D) I kinda had a new character and wanted to introduce her somehow. I'm not sure, but I think this might just about do the job...
WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS JUPITER GIRL? IS SHE ALL SHE APPEARS TO BE? JUST HOW POWERFUL IS THIS NEW PLAYER IN JUPITER CITY? AND WILL SHE BE A FRIEND AND ALLY, OR A RIVAL AND FOE TO OUR UBER-HEROINE?
Gee, I wish I could tell ya. But then I'd have to work it out myself first... MYSTERIES ARE FUN! ^.^
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I'll have to keep this in mind for a future story. Let's just say I plan to make it quite a doozy.