Partners in Crime - Part one

Without much difficulty, Ethan thumped Night Ghost from behind. When the miniature sap struck behind the super heroine's right ear, shock stiffened her body and her face froze for an instant. Ethan nudged the female crime fighter, wearing her best dark blue body suit, backward. Ethan caught the suddenly limp girl over his arm, checked the hall way and carried Night Ghost to the storage closet.
Waiting there was Gwen, his partner in crime and love.
"One down," said the platinum blond, swinging open the storage room door. "Two to go."
Gwen loved to see a female do gooder clobbered.
Gwen lifted Night Ghost's dragging feet and helped Ethan carry her.
"Ever wonder why super heroines dress like sluts?" asked Gwen as they sat Night Ghost against the wall. "Look at those boots!"
"Yeah, the public loves it," Ethan replied. He deftly secured Night Ghost's ankles and wrists with plastic security ties. "We used to call them "fuck me quick" boots."
Ethan removed Night Ghost's black cowl, revealing the face of pretty, dark skinned, dark haired girl in her early 20s. Ethan thought Night Ghost looked placid in her unconscious state.
"Recognize her?" he asked Gwen.
"Nope. Must be a new recruit. Think she's from the Amazon Sisterhood?"
"Could be."
Ethan took three pictures of the supine girl's face with his digital camera. He and Gwen would later run the pictures through a computer identity data base to find Night Ghost, and her partner's, identities.
"Okay, your turn, sweetheart."
Gwen smiled.
Gwen landed the neck chop on the right side of Agent Miki's throat. It was Gwen's favorite way to deliver a knockout, especially to super heroines. Agent Miki, like so many of Gwen's previous victims, staggered like a drunk, blurting confused groans and fluttering her eyes. Miki attempted to stay upright and then the floor popped out from under her.
Agent Miki was one of three Justice Force agents assigned to security for the exhibition of the 5,000 karat Dread Diamond.
"Hey...Max..." the crime fighter murmured.
"Max?" demanded Gwen.
Ethan slipped off Agent Miki's eye mask.
"Damn, it's Miki!"
"You know her?"
"Don't you remember? She's Power Princess's cohort in Justice Force. When Justice Force was investigating the Sisterhood of Evil and the Mabuse computer virus, Agent Miki interrogated me and Jake."
"This frail little thing?"
Gwen and Ethan lifted Agent Miki between them and carried her back to the storage room.
"Yes, I recall, we found the both of you guys koed by her and Power Princess."
"They had a great way of extracting information..." Ethan said with nostalgia.
"How?" asked Gwen. They had just reached the storage room.
"The pair of them fucked Jake and I stupid. I couldn't lie to a woman who pleasured me like Miki did!" Ethan glanced up at his lover after settling Miki next to Night Ghost. His blood went cold. Gwen's eyes lanced him with rage.
"That was before I met you honey!"
"Yeah, moments before!" Gwen's fingers melded into a fist, preparing to slug Ethan when Miki stirred. Instead, Gwen socked the diminutive crime fighter on the lower jaw. Without a sound, Miki returned to dreamland, giving Gwen a jolt of release.
"Jesus Gwen, you have a jealousy problem!" Ethan said and quickly secured Miki's wrists and ankles.
"I know," Gwen admitted, the hot flushed feeling she just experienced evaporating from her body.
The couple exchanged an affectionate kiss. Ethan never comprehended his attraction to crazy girls like Gwen. A bottle blond, Gwen was a stereotypical Sisterhood of Evil agent. Gifted with an unstoppable drive for theft and sex, Gwen was the bad girl he had always dreamed of being with.
Ethan had decided that when they had enough money safely invested, he would ask Gwen to marry him. Working with a expert thief like Gwen was Ethan's path to a secure future.
"Gwen, why don't you take my turn? Put Power Princess out of commission."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!"
"Thank you!" Gwen gave her man another big kiss. Gwen always took pleasure in beating up women bigger than her.
"Hello Princess, never thought I'd see you again."
The African-American amazon turned and saw Ethan leaned casually in the doorway of the exhibition hall. Behind her in a bullet-proof glass display case was the 5,000 carat Dread Diamond.
"So you did escape from Justice Force when we attacked the Sisterhood of Evil." Power Princess brought her wrist communicator to her lips.
"I did and I wouldn't bother with that. Your partners are currently incapacitated."
Power Princess strode angrily to Ethan. "If you hurt them in any way, I'll..."
Ethan held his palm out. "Agent Miki and Night Ghost are unhurt, but unconscious. Now I'd like to get the Dread Diamond and go...I'm sure you won't..."
"I will!"
Ethan hammered a gut punch to Power Princess, whose only response was a smile. She deftly blocked Ethan's next punch with the palm of her hand.
"Working with a partner today, Ethan?"
Power Princess had little difficulty bending Ethan's fist and laughed when he begged her to stop.
"Who is it? The little bottle blond tramp that ran with Max Haig?"
"Nooooo...stooooo..."
"Where is the little slut!?"
WHAP!!
A solid weight hammered through Power Princess' cowl and vibrated her skull.
"Oh shit!" Power Princess groaned, knowing she'd just been black jacked. The room whirled into darkness as the Princess went to her knees.
"Great shot Gwen, finish her!"
"Already there!" Gwen answered, pocketing her black jack. Stepping behind Power princess, gwen delivered a judo chop to side of Power Princees' neck.
Stars flooded her brain and Power Princess felt her entire body relax.
Gwen landed a second blow. Power Princess sighed and hit the floor, deeply unconscious.

First Date

A lot of guys hit on Nan. This made sense; she had an athletic body from working out at the club. But it was Nan's round, soft face that made her different from other women.
Men thought Nam was inexperienced, which was, in a certain sense, a fact. Nan had been with men since she was 16, a full decade ago. What Nan craved from a man, what she called "dominance," she could never provoke from a lover. No man ever owned her and this left her fustrated.
Gary didn't look very promising in that area, either, at least not at first. He was taller than Nan by an inch, a trait she loved. But Gary was skinny, wiry, so when he moved, he was like mercury on a flat surface, leaving no trace.
Nan's instincts made her agree to his dinner invitation. Gary was not the exact physical type she wanted, but he didn't seem to be the sort of asshole that would try to get her drunk on the first date.
And Gary wasn't. In the small Italian restaurant Gary took them to, Nan talked about working in the ad department of an online news service. Gary told her about working as a teacher of the blind.
At Gary's house, Nan discovered her date was training to be a boxer. Once she handled one of Gary's thick red boxing gloves, she couldn't stop caressing them.
"How do they feel?" she asked.
"They're light. I have different pairs with different weights."
"No, when you hit someone."
"I've been smacked so many times, you just forget it."
Nan frowned. "I mean when you punch somebody!" She gave Gary a mock-angry shot in the chest.
Gary didn't answer.
"Does it feel good?" Nan asked, slyly.
"Depends on who I'm fighting."
Seeing Nan tentatively fitting on the gloves, Gary asked if she would try them out.
Nan bit her lower lip in false reticence. "Well..."
"Ever box before? With a guy?"
"Yeah...I took classes in college...with girls," Nan lied.
"Then you know the basics?"
"Sure!"
As Gary tied up the gloves on Nan's fists, he noticed her breathing pick up. Gary got his favorite pair of gloves, not very different from Nan's. It took Gary a few moments to get Nan in the right position.
"Ready, Nan?"
"I am!"
She saw Gary pivot back on his left foot and then his right glove launch at her face.
BAM!!!
Pain stung and prickled through Nan's face. She grunted aloud and felt herself fly into the wall.
"Hurt...."
Nan wasn't sure if the word just drifted through her mind or if she also spoke it to Gary. Nan slept for five minutes.

After Gary got over the thrill of punching Nan out so swiftly, he checked her pulse and eyes, determining Nan was completely out cold. Gary memorialized their brief match by taking digital photos of Nan slumped against the wall, legs in a wide "V," gloves on the floor, her chin resting on her right shoulder.
When Nan woke on the couch, gloves removed, she was disoriented and achy, asking how she got there.
Memory eventually flooded back to her consciousness. When her head cleared completely about an hour later, she lead Gary by the hand to his bedroom.

The Cougars

Margie was Tom's wrestling partner for three weeks before he saw what great legs she had. Wearing a high cut bathing suit in the ring accentuated her solid, muscular thighs. Tom's interest in Margie's athletic body until then was fixed on the blonde's big chest and long hair.
Tom had been tag team wrestling, always with a female partner, for the last five years with the Northside Entertainment Group. Three women had come and gone under the team's title "Long Texas Tom and Baby Doll." The first two left because they got married and the third departed because her boyfriend didn't trust Tom. A wise judgement. Tom tried to fuck all three of his ring partners and was successful with the third.
Margie and Tom clicked with each other and were running together every morning, discussing the match ahead of them. Tom noticed Margie's fingers were ring less and that she never spoke of a boyfriend, but continually quizzed Tom on his love life. Tom cursed that word of his reputation with partners had reached Margie. This make nailing her just more difficult, he grumbled to himself.
When they practiced holds and throws, Margie was all business, wearing a black T-shirt with "Know The Ropes!" in white letters across her chest. When she pinned Tom, Margie's eyes narrowed like a cat's and her smile was more than playful.
The competition was other mixed tag teams, each taking on their gender counterpart. Tim always dived in first, tossing around or getting tossed around by his opponent. Margie, tagging in at the most dire moment, would trounce her foe. Tom loved to lean on the ropes and watch Margie prowl gracefully around the ring until she smacked, beat and squeezed her victim into submission. Occasionally, Tom had to rescue his partner from a male challenger who was about to execute a pile driver or sleeper hold on the girl.

Four months into the increasingly popular partnership, Tom and Margie were pitted against The Cougars, a pair of middle aged women who were touring along the East Coast. Tom was pleasantly shocked by the excellent physical condition both women were in when he and Margie met them before the fight.
Donna Alesia, a New Jersey native like Tom, nodded her head as she looked him over as they talked over previous matches. Tom fervently wanted to grapple with a woman who had such defined biceps and calves. Looking at her cream-white breasts, Tom decided to hook up with Donna after Margie and him defeated The Cougars that night.
In her dressing room, Veronica Mitchell, the voluptuous, long-legged member of The Cougars, told a thrilled Margie how pretty she was, how her one piece out fit flattered Margie's breasts and hips. A short shiver coursed through Margie when Veronica brushed strands of curly blond hair from Margie's cheek.

This was their biggest draw yet, Tom marveled to himself as the crowd cheered and whistled at him and the "Baby Doll." The shouting was even louder, but mixed with catcalls for The Cougars. Margie jumped in first, her fingers curling into Veronica's. For twenty seconds they struggled and the older woman forced Margie to bend. The Veronica let go of her opponent's hands and spun around, smacking her right boot on the side of Margie's head.
The ring seemed to shatter and Margie was sprawled on the canvas. Veronica pulled her up by her arms and pitched Amargo into the ropes. Still befuddled by the kick to the skull, Margie stumbled forward, off the ropes, hearing Tom warning yell.
Veronica's vertically extended arm caught the blond under the chin and then jerked upward. Margie was still for a moment and then landed on the canvas a second time, flat on her back.
The crowd screaming filled the hall. Veronica was smirking, confidently folding her arms as she watched the dazed girl stand up. When Margie began to sway toward Tom's extended hand, Veronica twisted Margie left arm behind the girl's back and twisted her wrist to her shoulders.
Margie yelled in agony, still waving her free hand at Tom. Finally, the tips of their fingers brushed each other. Tom sprang through the ropes, his fist directed at Veronica's head.
A sharp "CRACK" echoed through the hall as Donna's elbow butted Tom's jaw. Sharp pain jerked Tom sideways, behind Margie.
Veronica pushed her victim away and she Margie fell over Tom, slamming the canvas.
The Cougars joyously high-fived each other.
"Come on, pretty-pretty!" Veronica shouted, grabbing Margie by the shoulders. Veronica's fist bore into Margie's stomach. Donna also had Tom on his feet, moving him safely away from his partner's reach.
Unsure of her location, Margie saw Tom launching from Donna's arms. Veronica clutched her wrist and Margie was hurtling at Tom.
pain rattled Tom and Margie's skulls when their heads crackled together. Both wrestlers were in a KO daze, swaying around the ring dreamily.
Donna slapped his face twice.
"Huh? Wha...what...?"
As he snapped awake, Tom could feel Donna's muscular arms snake around his throat and constrict into what he knew was a sleeper. Glancing across the ring, Tom saw that Veronica was applying the same hold to Margie. Pressure increased on his neck.
"Bitch, let...go...!" Tom's hands uselessly pulled at Donna's iron biceps.
"Go to sleep Tom! The fight is over!" Donna whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep, go ahead.....I can see you want me...Go to sleep..."
Donna's voice was soothing and enticing, carnal and maternal. Tom's limbs began to relax. Through the spots collecting in his vision, Tom saw Margie was already in a sitting position, collapsed against Veronica's body. Margie was rapidly losing the fight to keep her eyes open, her open hands settling gently on Veronica's bare thighs.
"Your slut girlfriend is out cold!" Donna told Tom. "Now go to sleep!"
Tom wanted to fuck Donna so badly it hurt. He envisioned her naked and then sighed, drifting into blackness.

Late the next day, both Tom and Margie were released from the hospital. The wrestling circuit manager gave them two weeks to rest before resuming the tour. Tom called his partner every morning to check her condition and Margie did the same in the evening. When he phoned on the sixth day, Tom got Margie's voice mail, that told him that Margie would not be home for the next few days.
Tom sat home, his ribs still aching, wondering where Margie had gone. Donna called later that afternoon, asking Tom to dinner. As they ate, Donna apologized for the harshness of the sleeper and wondered how she could make it up to Tom.
Donna and Tom fucked all night. Tom wasn't surprised to discover Donna liked to be on top.
Donna made lunch for Tom when they finally woke the next day. She admitted to Tom and herself that, after their time together, she was sad to have to leave town.
"Veronica and I are scheduled for Trenton and Philly," Donna explained. "I hope Veronica had this much fun!"

During his contented drive home, Tom's cell phone rang. Margie needed a ride home.
"Christ, what happened?" Tom asked as they sat in Margie's kitchen.
"The bitch punched me out!"
Margie was surprised how calm, but concerned Tom was when she told what happened. The feeling left her excited to be alone with him.
"I'm sorry I disappeared like that...but I ran into veronica Mitchell and I..."
"Go ahead." Tom said, concerned, staring at the shiner under Margie's right eye.
"We were having a great time and then, without a word, she slugged me!"
Margie was closer to Tom now. "I was out cold. When i woke up, she was gone from our hotel."
"Did the...punch...hurt?" Tom asked. "Did you see stars?"
"It felt like a bee sting in my head and then I was gone."
Tom edged forward and pressed his lips to Margie's contusion. She started to say "What?", but their lips connected.
Tom's mind burned as he undid Margie's top.