Behind closed doors in the main conference room on the 15th floor of the building...an intense meeting was in progress. FBI Special Agent Charlie Morrison...was berating Detective Arthur Rafferty...in the presence of the Police Commissioner...and Lydia Carlisle...diplomatic aide to Princess Caprice of Luanda...who was safe and sound at the mansion in the Royal Oak district of the city...under heightened security...in the attack at the Museum of Natural History...which was aimed against her. "I ought to have your badge for this Rafferty!...I don't care about the reputation you got as a some kind of super cop!...You abandoned your post in the middle of a situation!...The Princess was clearly at risk...Your partner was badly wounded...Security at the Museum was compromised on several levels.. How do you explain your actions?!" yelled Charlie.
"I had to go...Miss Muscle was in trouble...I had to help her...she was down and out...some of the same perpetrators tried to kidnap her!" countered Arthur. Lydia listened intently. None of the other men in the room aware she was the enemy...a deep cover agent for Cyclops International. "Not good enough Detective!...Until further notice you're off this case!...I've called in a specialist to deal with this situation!" replied Charlie. As he uttered those words...the conference room door opened. All heads turned in that direction...as a beauteous African American woman...with long black shiny hair...dressed in a tight fitting white shirt...offering a hint of her ample ebony bust...a black jacket...black slacks and low heel black shoes strolled confidently into the conference room. Her Glock.23 pistol was partly visible in the holster on the left side of her belt...while her FBI badge was displayed on the right side.
"Gentlemen...This is FBI Special Agent JACINTA JACKSON..." said Charlie as he introduced the sexy FBI agent to Arthur...the Commissioner and Lydia. "They call me ...ACTION JACKSON...wherever there's a problem...I'm the solution" quipped Jacinta as she stood before them....placing her hands on her curvy waist...which
accentuated the swell of her ample ebony mounds under her shirt. "Commissioner..." began Arthur. "Save it Rafferty!...Our asses are both in a sling...thanks to your actions at the Museum!...Councilman Vanetti reported you to the Mayor and he hit the roof...It's the FBI's show now...The Detroit Police Department is strictly back up now" said the Commissioner. "Agent Morrison...I Princess Caprice wants this matter resolved swiftly...She is determined not to let these terrorists derail her goodwill mission to Detroit...You shall have our fullest cooperation" said Lydia...continuing her deceptive role.
"Right on!...So what's the play Charlie? asked Jacinta. "The attack on Princess Caprice was well planned... clearly by someone with a lot of reach...local law enforcement assets have been compromised...So I'll need you to find out whoever is behind the attack...use whatever methods you can to identify and locate them...then report back directly to me...and we'll take them down" said Charlie to the sexy FBI agent standing in front of him. "Be cool Charlie!...Consider those dudes as good as caught!...You have back up now!....Action Jackson is on the case!" declared Jacinta with confidence. Arthur and the Police Commissioner grumbled under their breaths...while Lydia Carlisle remained composed. "This was not something Cyclops International made contingencies for...The Council must be informed immediately!" resolved the Cyclops International spy.
Royal Oak district
Detroit
Noon
In the privacy of the study in a palatial mansion which the Luandan Embassy arranged for her to stay in...Princess Caprice...who was secretly the Lioness...Champion of Justice from the Central African nation was conferring via Skype with her aunt...QUEEN LEONA...ruler of Luanda...and her husband PRINCE RICK CASEY...on the events of the last 24 hours. "I am glad to hear that you are all right Caprice...Rick and I were worried when news of the attack reached us" said the Queen as she and her husband spoke from their quarters in the Royal Palace in Luanda City...where it was already night. "I am all right Aunt Leona...the mastermind of the attack...a masked criminal called Scorpion Woman has been defeated and gone into hiding ..Neither she nor the mercenaries she hired was a match for the power of the Lioness" declared Caprice with confidence...as she sat before them...dressed in a flimsy pink t-shirt...and white shorts...large glasses on her face...her shiny black hair tied behind her head in a bun.
"Don't get cocky Caprice...M'Baku is still checking out what happened at Lara Industries a month ago...The threat may not be over" said Rick. "I understand Rick...That is why the Lioness will go hunting for the allies of the Scorpion Woman...They will no doubt be able to provide us with the answers we need" replied Caprice. "Do not take any rash action Caprice...You were fortunate this time...Our enemies are clearly resourceful...They are no doubt planning another trap for the Lioness.." cautioned Leona...who wore the mask of the Lioness before she retired to become Queen. "I'll be careful Aunt Leona...I promise...Lioness will get to the bottom of this....thwart the plot of Luanda's enemies and bring them to justice...I'll arrange to have Lydia Carlisle send all the information on the attack at the Museum to you immediately" Caprice assured the Queen as she ended the call. "Should we have told her what's happening here?" asked Rick. "Not yet my love...the reports from along our borders with Wakanda and Tigora need to be checked...we need proof of a connection" replied Leona as she took his right hand in her left hand.
Detroit Memorial Hospital
2 pm
"Mmmmmmmmm" sighed Michelle Walker as she stirred...her head rolling from side to side...atop the pillow it was resting upon. She felt her large pink nipples tingle and turning her head to her right...she slowly opened her blue eyes....inhaling and exhaling slowly...as she regained consciousness. The images were blurry at first...but as they cleared...the beauteous policewoman who was secretly the sext super powered Scorpion Woman found herself looking into the brown eyes of her teenage boyfriend...Trey Johnson. "Hey...." sighed Michelle with a smile as she raised her right hand to caress the left side of his face...and felt some stubble there. "You need to shave lover" said the Venomous Vixen as she smiled at the man she loved. "Yeah I know...I have something for you....Amazon" replied Trey as he kissed the palm of her right hand...then took her right hand in his own...and slipped her silver ring back on to her right middle finger. Michelle looked around...realised where she was...and remembered how she got here.
Most of the wires had been removed from her body...as her recuperation was taking place quickly. "Thanks Trey...Listen...I know I've been a real bitch lately but I..." began Michelle. "Shhh...It's okay baby..." replied Trey cutting her off with a light tender kiss on her glossy red lips. "Mmmmm...You're so good to me...even when I don't deserve it...even when...I don't deserve you..." said Michelle as their lips parted. Pressing her the palms of her hands against the mattress...and with Trey holding her back...and then repositioning her pillows to support her...the Venomous Vixen raised herself into a sitting position on the bed. "Don't say stuff like that Michelle..." said Trey as he laced the fingers of her right hand with his own. "I need to honey...You're the man I love...and you deserve to know the truth" replied Michelle. "The truth?...The truth about what?" asked Trey. "The truth...about me..." replied Michelle as she began tell Trey about her past.
Trey listened attentively...never letting go of Michelle's hand...as she spoke. "I had no idea" said Trey when she finished her story. "You're the first person I ever shared this with...I grew up in a small town in New England...Williamsville...My father...is WILLIAM WALKER...the international transport tycoon...handsome...rich...powerful...but a bad father...he tried to make me like him...date the boys he wanted for me...and I rejected all of it...and I rejected him...My mother...ANNE...she was the only reason I stayed there...as long as I did...when she died...I had no reason to stay...so I left...came to Detroit...started over...became a cop...and the rest you know..." said Michelle. "So the nightmares you were having...They involve your Mom?" asked Trey. "Some of them yes...She was killed in a car explosion...Everyone said it was an accident...but I believe it had something to do with my father...the business he was in" said Michelle. Before they could continue their conversation...there was a gentle rap on the door to the private bedroom she was warded in.
Michelle and Trey looked in the direction of the doorway...as Trey's mother Wilma...who was a nurse at the hospital...entered with a medical chart in hand. "Hello Detective Walker...You'll be happy to know the doctors have cleared you for release this afternoon...They're impressed with your recovery... but want to advise you to take a few days off to rest...the blood loss you suffered was significant" said Wilma. "Thanks...I will..." replied Michelle with a smile and a nod....which Wilma acknowledged before turning to her teenage son. "Trey...Can you give Detective Walker and I...a few minutes. "Mom..." began Trey but he felt Michelle right hand give his own a slight squeeze. "It's okay Trey..." she assured him. Trey looked at his Amazon...and at his mother before reluctantly getting to his feet. "Okay...I can get started on your release papers...and get you something from the deli across the street" replied Trey. "That sounds great honey" said Michelle with a smile...watching her teenage boyfriend as he released her hand...walked past his mother and left the room.
"I was wrong about you....Michelle" said Wilma as she set the medical chart down. "What are you talking about Mrs Johnson?" asked Michelle. "About your relationship with my son...When I first met you...I thought you were using him...to get information on his father LEROY...You're not the first police officer to do that...but the first woman to do it...Trey has never trusted anyone since his father disappeared all those years ago...and his body was never found...until now...I've never seen him care so deeply about anyone...until I saw how he stayed with you the whole day that you were here" said Wilma. "Your son is very special to me Mrs Johnson...I love him so much...I'd never let anything...or anyone hurt him" replied Michelle. "I know...Trey's a young man now...and who he loves is for him to decide...not me...All I can ask Michelle...is that you take care of yourself...for you...and for my son" said Wilma...as she extended her right hand in friendship. "You have my word...Wilma" replied Michelle.
MGM Grand Detroit
4 pm
Her long shiny black hair worn loose...clad only in a pair black silk panties...her badge and gun on a nearby table... FBI Special Agent Jacinta Jackson curled up on the queen sized bed in her hotel suite...as she examined the security footage from the Museum of Natural History...during the opening of the Luandan exhibition...and the subsequent terrorist attack in which all hell broke loose...trying to find a lead that would point her in the direction of whoever masterminded the attack against the life of Princess Caprice of Luanda. Jacinta's ample ebony breasts...capped at their summits by puffy black nipples and wide black areolas...rose and fell slowly with each breath she took...as she reviewed the footage on her laptop ...her long shapely ebony legs spread out below her small curvy waist...the sexy toes of her ebony bare feet...with short clear glossy toenails twitching...as her brown eyes studied the images on the laptop screen before her.
"The men in the lion heads...aren't African...judging from their accents...They're Russian...which means...their weapons are probably illegal...that could be a clue to trace them..." thought Jacinta as she zeroed in on one of the AK-47 assault rifles being wielded by one of the Lion Head mercenaries...copied its serial number and ran it against illegal arms shipments which the Bureau was tracking out of Russia and Eastern Europe. She watched footage of men in Detroit Police uniforms and security guard uniforms...some of them battling the mercenaries...while others fought with them...inside of the Museum. She paused the footage...as the figure of a towering blonde woman...in a strange bronze body suit appeared on screen...and ran the photo against the Most Wanted Lists of Interpol...the CIA...and the FBI. She got an instant match.
"Romanoff!...Former Russian Special Forces turned professional assassin....She was here in Detroit months ago...working with a Russian mob...that was eventually taken out by the Scorpion Woman...She went underground after that...Nobody could have found her...Why did she resurface all of a sudden?...Where has she been all this time?" wondered Jacinta. The sexy FBI agent thought this added strength to Charlie's theory there was a powerful influence at work here...and this was no ordinary terrorist attack. "Charlie's been really driven about these things...Since that operation he headed in New Orleans..." thought Jacinta...as she recalled the files on that case involved the use of a costumed heroine...the BLACK PANTHER.. special agent of Wakanda's Crown Princess T'CHALLA...who was a college friend of Charlie's to retrieve technology stolen from the African nation.
Jacinta also remembered that Charlie took a special interest in events which took place recently in Jamaica...where a group of super heroines exposed and took out the MAD RED CIRCUS...exposing the famous circus as a front for criminal activity. While she acknowledged the existence of these women...both in the United States...and in other parts of the world...Jacinta believed more in her own instincts....mental and physical capabilities to fight crime...rather than super powers. However while she believed that...the sexy FBI agent glanced briefly at her suitcase...which contained an item from her most recent adventure...which would grant her amazing powers...were she only to wear it. The item was given to her by a woman who was a super heroine...in gratitude for her help...telling her...she had earned the right to wield those powers...should she wish to.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. Picking it up...Jacinta saw a number she knew very well. Swivelling on her firm tight ebony ass...putting her laptop on pause...Jacinta got to her erotic bare ebony feet and walked across the carpeted floor to the window of her suite...overlooking the bustling downtown district. "Hello DADDY" said Jacinta in a sweet voice as she stood at the window. On the other end of the line...veteran US Congressman JEREMIAH JACKSON...spoke to his daughter. "Hello dear...I was calling to find out if you'll be back in Washington this weekend?...We're having a get together at the house...CORNELIUS will be there" said the Congressman. Jacinta's ample ebony breasts heaved as she sighed...knowing where her father was taking this conversation. CORNELIUS TAYLOR...was an aspiring African American lawyer...with political ambitions from a wealthy family...who her father had been trying to set her up with...in the hopes of her resigning from the FBI...settling down and having a family.
"I'm not sure Daddy...I'm on a very important mission...in Detroit..." replied Jacinta. "I'm really concerned about all these risks you take...So is your mother...You know we want what's best for you princess..." said Jeremiah...as started into one of the lectures he often gave her. "Uh....I have to go now Daddy...I'll call you in a couple days...Tell Mom I love her..Bye" replied Jacinta as she ended the call and walked back to the bed where her laptop was. "Good thing Charlie was able to keep this footage away from the press...Romanoff could be the key to finding out who's behind the attack on Princess Caprice...I'll hack into the Detroit Police's database...The Russian mob was active here a few months ago...Maybe Romanoff and whoever she's working with is using one of the mob's old hideouts...It's a long shot but it's worth a try..." said Jacinta with a smile as her well manicured fingernails tapped the keyboard of her laptop as she commenced her hacking of the Detroit Police Department's database.
Scorpion Nest
Detroit waterfront
5 pm
Clad only in a pair of flimsy white silk panties...Michelle Walker sighed with pleasure as she cuddled with her teenage boyfriend Trey Johnson...atop the bed in the loft of their secret lair. "Mmmmm...I love it when you touch me like this Trey..." sighed Michelle dreamily...her blue eyes barely open...as his left index finger made slow circles in the middle of her skimpy underwear...making her feel simultaneously aroused and relaxed. "You need your rest Amazon...Even though your Scorpion Powers have already started to heal your injuries...I had Stinger hack into the hospital's records ...so nobody would suspect...who you really are...." said Trey...who was wearing a grey t-shirt and pair of black shorts as they lay together in bed. "And...that...is?" asked Michelle...enjoying the way her man could make her feel such amazing pleasure...without compromising her recuperation. "My Amazon" replied Trey as he kissed her on the right side of her neck. "Mmmmmmmmm...You're so kind...Mmmmmmmm...I feel so safe...so loved...when I'm with you..." sighed Michelle...opening her long muscular creamy legs wide open...to give Trey greater access to her Scorpion Clitoris...succumbing to the incredible erotic bliss he was giving her.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...We need to...figure out...who...who's behind this..." sighed Michelle. "We will Amazon..." whispered Trey as he held the sleepy Scorpion Woman close to him. "Lioness...I...I...need to...be stronger...when...I...face...her...again" sighed the Venomous Vixen...her long muscular creamy legs moving back and forth below her small curvy waist...the sexy toes of her erotic bare feet...with glossy clear toenails...gripping lightly at the black silk sheets beneath them. "You will baby...let yourself heal...You know I have your back..." replied Trey. "Uuuuuuuuuuh...No...You have...
all of me...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...so tired...so...very...very...tired...." sighed Michelle...her naked huge firm creamy Scorpion Breasts...the remnants of the scars from the Lioness' claws barely visible..rising and falling slower and slower...with each deep and relaxed breath she took. "Sleep Amazon...Go to sleep" whispered Trey...as his left index finger gently moved up and down the middle of Michelle's thin briefs...expertly stroking her moist and hardened Scorpion Clitoris. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" sighed Michelle as he lulled her into a deep sleep.
Easing her on to the bed...Trey pulled the black silk covers up to her chest...kissed her lightly on the forehead...and went down the spiral staircase to the command centre. "Mistress has begun to recuperate Master Trey...Already the Scorpion Power is at work within her...healing her injuries...and enhancing her Scorpion Strength...when the process is complete...Mistress' physical strength...speed...stamina and agility...will all increase 1,000 times..." said Stinger...the alien artificial intelligence (AI)...as Trey tapped into the security footage from the Museum. "The armour's almost ready...it still needs a few adjustments...but it can wait Stinger...I'll need you enhance Amazon's costume...it's got to be impenetrable to any blade...bullet....explosive...or chemical...and increase her reaction time to any situation in combat" said Trey...as he watched footage of the Lioness battling some uniformed police officers and security guards. "Yes Master Trey...It shall be done" replied the AI. "Great...Now let's find out who exactly we're up against" said Trey as he continued to study the security footage from the Museum.
Westside Industrial district
Detroit
8 pm
Dimming the lights of her black Stingray Corvette...licensed plate "Action"....FBI Special Agent Jacinta Jackson pulled her sleek sports car into an alley between two warehouses. Raising a pair of nigh-vision goggles to her brown eyes...Jacinta looked at an old brewery located directly across the street from her. On the outside...it seemed deserted...but through the lens of her binoculars...the sexy FBI agent saw something entirely different. "Right on!...I knew my hunch would pay off...The brewery is being used...to store weapons...specifically Russian made weapons...for Russian mercenaries who're part of Romanoff's crew...Time to get a closer look..."resolved Jacinta. As she climbed out of her Corvette...she revealed that she was wearing a black spandex body suit which highlighted every curve of her athletic body...black boots...and a black belt around her small shapely waist...with her Glock.23 pistol holstered on the left side of the belt....her long black hair worn loose as she made her way towards the brewery.
Entering through a hole in the chain link fence...Jacinta made to the old brewery building...and picked the lock of a side door to gain entry. Slipping the goggles over her brown eyes...Jacinta Jackson walked slowly...silently...cautiously...through the darkness inside of the old brewery...through a maze of decrepit machinery...until she reached a stack of wooden crates...and examined a few of them to find AK-47 assault rifles...ammunition...and hand grenades inside of them.. As she examined the sides of the crates...Jacinta observed that on the right bottom of the crates...there was an insignia...which appeared to have been mostly shaved off. It was two interlocking gold w's...an insignia of some kind. The sexy FBI agent had a revelation...as she remembered having seen the logo before...at a fund raiser through by her father.
"WALKER WORLDWIDE TRANSPORT...They're shipping Russian mercenaries and Russian arms and ammunition into Detroit...WILLIAM WALKER is involved in this plot against Princess Caprice?" thought Jacinta...processing the new information that she had. As she processed this information.. the sexy FBI agent heard the cocking of a gun bolt behind her. Reacting instinctively...in a smooth flowing action...which highlighted the curves of her shapely body against the fabric of her black spandex attire...Jacinta turned to her left... pulled her Glock.23 pistol out of its holster and fired a single shot...killing a Russian mercenary as he was about to shoot her. Turning to her right...the sexy FBI agent displayed her expert marksman ship again...discharging another round...shooting a Tokarev pistol out of the hands of another mercenary...before he could shoot her.
The Russian tried to escape...but using her natural athleticism...closed the gap between them...in record time. Flexing her shapely thighs...Jacinta brought the wounded mercenary down to the ground...by driving the balls of her feet into the base of his spine. With lightning speed...she turned him face down on the ground...and cuffed his hands behind his back. "This is me asking nice dude!...You saw what I did to your comrade...Don't make me get rough with you!...Start talking!...I want to know everything about Walker Worldwide Transport...and why they're bringing you and your comrades into Detroit?!" demanded Jacinta. The wounded and dazed mercenary started to talk...giving the sexy FBI agent the information that she wanted. However Jacinta Jackson had no idea that she was also under surveillance at that very moment.
Westin Book Cadillac Hotel
Detroit
9.30 pm
Behind closed doors...in the darkness of an executive suite at the five star hotel in downtown Detroit...the board of directors of the shadowy international conglomerate...Cyclops International...convened...to assess new developments in their on going criminal operation in the city. "The events thus far have gone according to plan...As anticipated...the Scorpion Woman and the Lioness each believe the other to be criminals...Our agent reports that Scorpion Woman was badly wounded by the Lioness during the battle at the Museum of Natural History and has since gone into hiding...She will pose no further threat to our operations...and our operatives are still at work...trying to locate the man known as 'Trey'...so that we may have leverage against her...should she interfere again" said the Chairman to the assembled directors who were seated around the long table in the middle of the darkened room.
"What of threats from more of these super powered women?...Miss Muscle's efforts to intervene were stopped...but there was another one with a sword inside of the Museum we did not cater for...and she has disappeared in the aftermath of the events at the Museum" said a director. "We anticipate no further threats from those two women...However tonight...we have received information of another women who may pose a threat to our operation" replied the Chairman. As he spoke...an image of FBI Special Agent Jacinta Jackson appeared on a large screen before them. "This gentlemen...is FBI Special Agent Jacinta Jackson...She more well known by her Bureau colleagues and superiors by the title of...'Action Jackson'...She had been brought in by FBI Special Agent Charles Morrison...to investigate the attack on the Museum...She has already found one of the Russians' weapons depots in the city...and learnt some very valuable information which could be detrimental to our operation...but fear not...contingencies have been put in motion to ensure she does not reveal what she knows" said the Chairman.
The directors nodded their heads in agreement. "But what of the Lioness?" asked one director. "Our deep cover agent has assured us that Princess Caprice of Luanda trusts her without question...She shall use that trust to lay the bait for the Lioness...who undoubtedly served the Royal Family of Luanda...to walk into our trap...and we shall enhance that bait...by facilitating a meeting with a local party who has expressed an interest in our most prized commodity...which we are certain to obtain in greater amounts...once the Lioness is in our hands...and under our control" replied the Chairman. As he stood up...the other directors stood up as well. "To Cyclops International!!" declared the Chairman with his right fist raised in the air. "Cyclops International!!" echoed the directors assembled around the table...their right fists raised in the air above their heads...in unison with their Chairman.
24 hours later
Scorpion Nest
Detroit waterfront
6 am
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm" sighed Michelle...stretching her slender muscular creamy arms above her head...as she awoke from sleep. As she opened her blue eyes...and brushed back a strand of her glossy black shoulder length hair from her face...she noticed that she was alone in bed. However the tingle of her exposed large pink Scorpion Nipples and the distinct aroma of freshly brewed coffee reaching her nostrils alerted the Venomous Vixen to the presence of her teenage boyfriend. "Good Morning Amazon..." said Trey as he handed her a cup of the steaming brew. "Morning..." replied Michelle with a smile as Trey sat on the bed next to her...and planted a tender kiss on her glossy red lips which made her feel warmth throughout her curvaceous and muscular creamy body... as she sat up in bed in the loft...clad only in a pair of flimsy white silk panties.
Trey smiled as he watched his Amazon bring the cup to her glossy red lips and take a sip of the warm beverage it contained. "Oh yes...This is so good...I needed this" said Michelle as she smiled again at her teenage boyfriend. "How are you feeling Amazon?" asked Trey as he sat beside her. "I'm much better now lover...I hardly feel any pain rom my injuries...and my Scorpion Strength is returning...I'm feeling stronger than ever...Thanks for taking such good care of me" replied Michelle as she sipped the coffee again. "It's no big deal" said Trey with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders. Michelle set the cup down on a stand located on the right side of the bed...and took his hands in her own. "It is a big deal...to me...I've been so horrible to you...not telling you about my past...about my Mom...but you never gave up on me" said Michelle. "And I never will Amazon" replied Trey as he wrapped his arms around her...and Michelle happily cuddled against him.
"I wish you could have met my Mom...She would've liked you" sighed Michelle. "Yeah...I would have liked her too" replied Trey. "So how about some breakfast?...I'll fix you anything you want" offered Trey. "Sure...lead the way handsome" replied Michelle. Trey got off the bed and helped Michelle to her erotic bare creamy feet. Picking up her coffee...the Venomous Vixen followed her teenage boyfriend all the way down the spiral staircase of the loft to the kitchen on the ground floor. She sat at the table...crossing her long muscular creamy right leg over her long muscular creamy left leg...watching the morning news on the nearby plasma TV screen as Trey prepared some pancakes for her. As he whipped up a batch of warm pancakes for his Amazon...he noticed how intently she was studying the reports about the attack on the Museum and the images of Princess Caprice being escorted to safety...and past the press as they tried to interview her.
"Any leads on what happened at the Museum Trey?...It's all very much a blur to me" said Michelle as he brought the plate of warm pancakes and some fresh strawberries which he knew she loved...to the table. "Stinger and I looked at the footage...the attackers were definitely Russian judging from their weapons and the audio feed we got...Romanoff was there too...and she's got son some kind of special suit...its got lasers and it increases her physical strength" replied Trey...as he placed some pancakes into another plate before her. "Yes...I remember that...She wore it when I first fought her days ago...but I don't understand how I didn't remember that until just now" replied Michelle. "Probably the Feminite had something to do with that" said Trey. "Feminite?" asked Scorpion Woman.
"Yeah Amazon...I know it sounds weird...but Stinger detected a strange radiation around you and we analysed it...it belonged to a mineral...found a few years ago in Europe...apparently it only affects women...manipulating their bodies by turning their erotic desires against them...making them helpless....I found quite a lot of research on it...mainly involving a British super heroine...called BRITANNIA...hunting down members of some unknown criminal group...which has been said to be actively looking for the stuff" replied Trey. Michelle set her cup down on the table and ran the fingers of her right hand through her shoulder length mane of glossy black hair which was worn loose about her shoulders. "Yes...I remember now...some kind of green light...and I couldn't stop thinking about you honey...touching me all over...until I passed out...How am I going to fight something like that?" asked Michelle with a hint of worry in her voice.
"You won't be alone Amazon...but first...you need your strength" said Trey as he cut up some the pancakes with a knife and fork. "Whatever you say lover" replied Michelle with a smile as she leaned towards him...and Trey fed her pieces of the pancakes he prepared...along with the fresh strawberries. As she ate them...the Venomous Vixen felt reinvigorated. "Mmmmmm...This is delicious Trey...I must be the luckiest super heroine in the world to have such a talented man in her life..." said Michelle with a smile. "And handsome..." added Trey. "Of course..." replied Michelle blushing at her man. "One step at a time Amazon...First you need to regain your strength...and when you do...I've got a surprise for you"replied Trey.
"Really?...What is it?" asked Scorpion Woman...her blue eyes widening with anticipation "Uh...Uh...Breakfast first...Surprise later..." said Trey....as he teased her with a piece of strawberry on the end of a fork. "Trey...Come on..." giggled the Venomous Vixen...who could not help but feel a little aroused by her teenage boyfriend's teasing. "Amazon..." replied Trey in a semi-stern voice. "Okay...You win...I'm famished..."replied Michelle as Trey continued to feed her. "Mmmmm...this tastes so good..."said Scorpion Woman....happily eating more of the fresh strawberries and pancakes which Trey prepared for her...content to enjoy his tender loving care...having been honest within him about her fears.
MGM Grand Detroit
Downtown Detroit
6 pm
Stepping out of the shower in her hotel suite...FBI Special Agent Jacinta Jackson...sauntered into the adjacent bedroom...her shapely and athletic ebony body fully exposed...as she prepared for the evening's activities. "Charlie put me on this case because he felt something big was going down...and his instincts were right..." said Jacinta...as she sat on the queen sized bed in her suite...and turned on her laptop. Tapping the laptop's keyboard...the sexy FBI agent logged on. Using the information which she got out of the Russian mercenary she arrested at an old brewery in another part of the city...Jacinta brought up the photo of a handsome 30 year old white man...with wavy blonde hair...and greenish eyes...who looked like he could have been a movie star. "Hello hotness...PAUL PEYTON...Chief Executive Officer of Walker Worldwide Transport...the Number Two Cheese...after the company's chairman and founder...William Walker" said Jacinta as she tapped the keys some more.
"He's staying at the Westin Book Cadillac Hotel...just across the street...The Russian said Romanoff and the rest of her crew came into Detroit days earlier on one of Walker's ships...the Black Spaniard...but the documents were changed to show no records that the Black Spaniard docked in Detroit...what its cargo and passengers were...or when it left...He said another ship's supposed to arrive in a couple days time...to take them out of Detroit...once they got their objective...but that dude's too low level to know what that is...It can't be that a high roller like Peyton's in town just to see the sights...he's here for business...and this sexy soul sista's got a feeling...he's in on the action" said Jacinta as she tapped the keyboard of her laptop again...hacking into the guest records of the Westin Book Cadillac Hotel. "Peyton's got a dinner reservation for one...but that's going to change....tonight...he's got a date...with Action Jackson!" resolved Jacinta...as she eyed her wardrobe.
Westin Book Cadillac Hotel
8 pm
Dressed in a dapper grey business suit...white shirt...black tie...and polished black shoes...Paul Peyton...CEO of Walker Worldwide Transport...sat at his specially reserved table in a secluded corner of the Roast Restaurant on the ground floor of the five star hotel...enjoying a glass of Johnnie Walker Gold Scotch Whiskey from the bar...as he waited for his dinner to arrive. However as he waited... the sounds of a woman's high heels approaching him in a confident rhythm caught his attention. He looked up and saw a shapely young black woman...dressed in a sleeveless blue dress...which clung to her curves...showing off a generous amount of her ample cleavage...ending just above her knees...as she walked...catching the attention of everyone inside of the restaurant...the her black Italian high heels echoing off the floor. This was just how Jacinta Jackson hoped to get Paul's attention..
Paul set his drink down on the table as he looked at the shapely black woman as she stood before him...her shiny black hair hugging the contours of her head...with a small ponytail at the back of her neck...exposing her smooth ebony shoulders...and amplifying her cleavage even more. "Hey there player!...You're hot...New in town?...Looking for a good time...I can show you some action" quipped Jacinta...as she passed herself off as an escort...looking to bag a wealthy client for the night. "That sounds like a very interesting proposition...Please sit down" said Paul gesturing with his right hand...keeping his green eyes focused on the sexy FBI agent...especially her shapely bust. "Right on baby" quipped Jacinta as she sat down at the table.
"Drink?" asked Paul. "You read my mind sugar...A martini...dirty.." said Jacinta...playing her role to the hilt...hoping to get Paul to left his guard down..so she could record his confession on the micro-recorder concealed in her purse. She crossed her long shapely right ebony leg over her long shapely left ebony legs...and leaned forward...enough to give Paul a look at her shapely ebony bust...which was framed against the thin blue fabric of her dress. "There's no guy who can't get enough of these babies" thought Jacinta as she smiled at Paul. However the sexy FBI agent did not see Paul nod in the direction of a waiter...who in turn nodded to the bartender. As he prepared a martini to be delivered to Paul's table...the bartender... slipped a tiny green capsule into the liquid and swirled the glass around until it had completely dissolved. The martini was placed on a tray....the waiter brought it to Paul's table...set it down before Jacinta and left.
Paul looked at Jacinta and flashed a broad grin. "So what should we drink to my dear?" asked Paul...looking across the table at the buxom black woman on the other side. "How about unmasking secrets?" asked Jacinta. "An intriguing proposal...To unmasking secrets" agreed Paul..as he clinked his glass against Jacinta's. Paul and Jacinta each kept their eyes focused on the other...as they sipped their respective drinks. "So my dear...What secrets are you referring to?" asked Paul as he set his glass down on the pristine white table cloth before them. The blonde haired white businessman leaned back in his chair...awaiting the reply of the sexy black woman seated on the other side of the table...as classical music played in the background from the live orchestra in the restaurant.
"How about the kind which has your company shipping Russian mercenaries into Detroit...for a terrorist attack against the princess of a friendly African nation" replied Jacinta as she set her glass down on the table. Paul did a double take...in response to those words...and then looked sternly at the young black woman seated opposite from him. "Who are you?" asked Paul...a serious tone in his voice. Her right hand reaching below the table.. Jacinta withdrew the Walther CCP pistol that was holstered on her inner left thigh...and trained it under the table on the businessman. "Jacinta Jackson...FBI..I have evidence of your company's involvement in bringing Russian mercenaries and arms into Detroit...I got you dead to rights dude!" quipped the sexy FBI agent...her glossy brown lips spreading into a smile...believing that victory was hers.
However to Jacinta's surprise...Paul Peyton grinned and leaned back in his chair in response to her disclosure. "Bravo...Agent Jackson...You're absolutely correct...Unfortunately...You shall not reveal to anyone...the information that you have learnt" replied Paul smugly. "Don't give me that jive turkey!...I got the goods...I got the gun on you...There's nothing you can do to...to...to..." replied Jacinta...as she suddenly began to stutter. "Is something wrong...Agent Jackson?" asked Paul rhetorically...as he noticed Jacinta's brown eyes beginning to flutter...and a pair of outlines...becoming visible...as her ample ebony breasts heaved with increasing effort up and down...under her revealing thin tight blue dress.
"Ooooooh...feeling...hot...feeling...horny...getting hard...to think..." admitted Jacinta. "Not something they teach you back in Quantico...Is it Agent Jackson" grinned Paul...as he watched the sexy FBI agent with growing satisfaction and a growing arousal under his pants. "Uuuuuuuuuh...What's...What's happening
to me...You're...You're...Uuuun...der...Ah...Ah....rest...." moaned Jacinta as she looked at the businessman. Her brown eyes fluttered repeatedly and she shook her head from side to side...as the image of Paul Peyton became increasingly blurred...and it became increasingly difficult to keep her gun trained on him...under the table out of sight of any of the other persons in the restaurant. "I hardly think so Agent Jackson" replied Paul as he kept his greenish eyes focused on the shapely young black woman.
"Something...in ...my drink...Some kind of drug....Gotta...fight it..." moaned Jacinta. "No you can't...Listen...Listen to the sound of my voice...Agent Jackson...Your nipples...They're getting hard...very...very...hard" said Paul in firm but soothing voice. As he spoke...Jacinta felt her nipples stiffen sharply under her dress.
"Y...Y....Y....Yeah....My tits...are...getting...really...hard....Uuuuuuuuh...What's...happening....?" moaned the sexy FBI agent...as she tried to stay focused...and keep her gun trained on Paul Peyton. "You want to play with them...Like you must do in private...Dreaming about men...playing with them..." said Paul...as he taunted the sexy FBI agent some more. His words caused Jacinta's nipples to harden even further...and the fingers of her right hand loosened on her Walther CCP pistol under the table. Paul easily caught it with his left hand under the table...and put it under his jacket without anyone noticing.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Don't...Don't say...that....Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh....turning me on...just by talking...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...What's happening....to me??" moaned Jacinta...as her hands seemed to get a life of their own.,.. and started to do exactly what Paul Peyton was telling her to do. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Jacinta...her head rolling from side to side...as her hands fondled her own shapely breasts...through the fabric of her blue dress. "That's right...You can't resist...Now...I want you to expose your breasts...and play with them until you pass out..." ordered Paul.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh...No...Uuuuuuuuuuh...so hot...so horny...Uuuuuuuuuuuh...gotta resist" moaned Jacinta. "You can't Agent Jackson...Do it...Do it now" instructed Paul. "Y...Y...Yeah...." agreed Jacinta as her hands pulled back the straps of her dress...causing her ample ebony mounds to be exposed in public.
Knowing the eyes of other guests in the restaurant were on them...Paul pretended to be shocked...as Jacinta Jackson did as he commanded her to do. "Yeah...
...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" moaned Jacinta fondling her shapely ebony breasts...her fingers stroking her thick black nipples into hardness and erectness....until she fell limp in the chair opposite to Paul Peyton. On cue...a pair of waiters arrived at the table. Is everything all right sir" asked one waiter...as Paul stood up.
The two of them blocking the view of other guests at nearby tables...as the second waiter went supposedly to check on Jacinta. "This young lady is an escort...came to my table...trying to entrap me...." explained Paul to the first waiter...who like his colleague...were actually Cyclops International agents. Out of sight of the other guests...the second waiter...pulled a thick white cotton pad out from under his jacket. Dazed and disoriented...Jacinta could do nothing but watch as the pad was brought closer to her beauteous face. "No...This is a trap...Got played..." gasped Jacinta. "This'll shut you up" sneered the second waiter as he clamped the pad over the nose and mouth of the sexy FBI agent. As he did...the second waiter...took the opportunity to cop a feel of each of Jacinta's hard and erect black nipples...out of sight of prying eyes...as Paul and the first waiter covered him. "Mmmmmmm...Mmmmmmmmmm" sighed the sexy FBI agent into the pad...as the chloroform it contained...sent her into a deep sleep...preventing her from revealing the true conspiracy which was at work.
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