Jennifer Sandoval, Justice Force agent, had Max Gallant, professional cat burglar, exactly where she wanted him. Pinned in a corner, her arm across his chest, fixing him in place.
"I have waited a long time for this moment, Max Gallant!" she declared with audible excitement. They were face to face and Gallant could only see steel determination in Sandoval's luminous brown eyes.
"This is not really what it looks like..." Gallant started his lie.
"Really? You in the Metropolitan Museum of Art at three in the morning, about to walk out with this institution's most valued of possessions?"
Glancing down at the prize he sought, Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa's Sister, Connie" propped against the wall, Gallant sighed in resignation.
"Fine Agent Sandoval I did try to steal this DaVinci, worth millions on the black market, but I did it...to...ahhh...get your attention!"
"What!"
"I have always wanted to get..to tell you how I feel about you...that you're a special person!"
Gallant had always found Agent Sandoval sexually appealing, but he felt the same way toward many members of Justice Force, the all female crime fighting organization. In the past, he seduced easily some younger members of the group, but an experienced professional like Agent Sandoval would be difficult.
"....and I know that I 'm a bad boy, but I have feelings, too. I hoped there could be something between us despite everything!"
Tender puzzlement swept Sandoval's face. She was unsure of the prisoner's sincerity. Gallant pulled Sandoval into a deep kiss. The super heroine shuddered with surprise and arousal.
Gallant effortlessly reached his right hand to the zipper at the back of Sandoval's top and gently pulled downward.
"Hey!" shouted the brunette, shoving Gallant into a wall.
Fuck! So close! he thought. Sandoval's right detonated on his chin. A galaxy of bright stars exploded and Gallant's whole body swayed clownishly as his eyes rolled up.
With a deep sigh. the thief sagged, landing across Agent Sandoval's shoulder.
"Out cold!" Sandoval proclaimed and gave Gallant's ass a loving slap. "Let's get you ready for the next round!" She carried her prisoner to her car.
Jennifer Sandoval takes the prize, decided Gallant, filling two champagne glasses with Bollinger 2012. He had one offs with Justice Force members, mostly new graduates from the Academy, prone to the charms of a suave gentleman thief with perfect amount of paternal gray hair on his temples.
But Agent Sandoval was a veteran and a wild cat under the covers. Of course she was clear with Gallant that he was going to jail no matter how many screaming orgasms he provided.
Gallant turned the Maltese Falcon head signet ring on right hand downward and squeezed the sides. A small needle popped out.
Sandoval and Gallant, now both dressed, held each other closely in the livingroom of the hotel they had their fling after Gallant's capture.
"A toast to what remains of your freedom," Sandoval said, raising her glass. The thief responded and the pair clinked glasses.
"Thank you Agent Sandoval! May I have one more kiss before my formal arrest?"
Sandoval smiled her consent and their lips joined passionately. A short pain stabbed into Sandoval's buttocks.
"Ohhhh! What was that?!"
Gallant blithely raised his right hand, revealing the signet ring needle.
"You bastard! Did you ....!?"
"Of course. Don't worry Jennifer, you only got a light dose. You'll sleep for about eight hours. Plenty of time for me to escape."
"Eight...?" Sandoval spoke as if she were floating in space.
"Everything will be fine when you wake up."
Sandoval sagged and Gallant gathered her quickly in his arms. She gazed at him, eyes losing focus.
"Jer...k...!" Gallant watched Sandoval's lips struggle to form more words. Her vision blurred and Sandoval felt consuming relief as she relaxed and went to sleep in Gallant's strong grasp.
Laying the crime fighter on the bed, Gallant slipped a pillow under her head. A sleepy smile formed on her lips.
"You're dreaming about the man who subdued you," Gallant observed, placing a banket on Sandoval. "You're that kind of woman."
"Good night, Agent Sandoval," he whispered in her ear.
"Ga...nigh...Daddy.." murmured Sandoval.
Gallant rode the elevator to the ground floor. Being a gentleman, he paid another day on Sandoval's room before leaving.
For the eight hours she was knocked out, Agent Sandoval dreamed erotically of Batman, Green Arrow, Tony Stark and most intensely, Max Gallant. Dreaming of Gallant made her angry, along with him drugging her after she gave her body to him so completely.
"I'm going to destroy the bastard and I'm going to do it in public!" she told Puma Girl.
"Then challenge Gallant at the Amazonia Boxing Club," Puma Girl suggested. "Call in the media and make it 'The Good Girl vs. The Bad Boy'!"
That made perfect sense to Sandoval.
"Put the little bitch to sleep for me, Max, honey!"
"No Max, work her over first! Make Sandoval want to be knocked out!"
The requests came from Lady Raquel and Calico Sarah, both members of the Sisterhood of Evil, sworn enemies of Justice Force and Gallant's current "friends with benefits." Both women were massaging Gallant's shoulders. Gallant kept focused on Sandoval and her seconds, Puma Girl and Agent Mikita, across the ring.
"Keep your eyes peeled, ladies, Daddy is sending Ms. Sandoval to Dreamland very quickly. Then we can celebrate my victory in Antigua!"
Both women kissed Gallant, reassuring him of their boundless love as the first round bell rang.
Both fighters moved swiftly. Sandoval smiled at the chance at punching such an attractive male. Gallant was cautious. He had felt a one-punch KO from his challenger already and he knew she was pissed at being drugged.
"Come on, Max, come to Mama!" Sandoval taunted. "It's nap time!"
"Fine!" Gallant sneered and hurtled into Sandoval. A space opened where her left glove should have protected her jaw and Gallant swung hard.
Sandoval twirled along the ropes, baffled by the ring rotating wildly. When she halted, Sandoval was hit a second time. The merciless punch froze the boxer on her feet. The male fighter threw a right, tagging Sandoval's chin. Her head went back.
She slumbered peacefully, collapsed against the ropes where she landed ass-first. Sandoval never even twitched as Emma the Ref counted to ten as slowly as possible. Gallant was enraptured by how beautiful Sandoval looked, defenseless and unconscious.
The bell clanged loudly when Emma yelled "SEVEN!" Puma Girl and Agent Miki scrambled to their sleeping friend. Carefully they gathered the unresponsive fighter in their arms and moved Sandoval back to her corner. Emma ordered Gallant to his corner, but he dodged around her, desperate to witness Sandoval come out of the knock out.
Sandoval's head moved slowly even as her eyes remained closed. Her seconds called her name while massaging her shoulders. When her jaw fell slack, a bit of pink tongue became visible. The eye lids, closed for the last minute and a half, began to rhythmically open and close.
"Oh Jesus, she's gorgeous!" Gallant muttered when Sandoval's chest began move up and down. He recalled how those breasts felt to caress as he returned to his corner.
Five minutes passed before Jennifer Sandoval recovered and Emma the Ref was told she would continue the match. The mostly female crowd screamed approval when she strode out, intent on demolishing Gallant.
"I've got something to tell you, Max, before I turn your lights out for the evening!" Sandoval insisted.
"What's that?"
"Pussy always knocks out cock," she replied. And Good Girls always own Bad Boys in the last round!"
Gallant saw Sandoval wink and smile at him.
BAM!!
Agent Sandoval paraded around the ring as Emma the Ref counted Gallant out. The victorious superherione hefted the limp male over her shoulder and carried him from the gym and out to the transport waiting for them.
"Well, girls, Max Gallant," she told Puma Girl and Agent Mikita who were waiting inside. "And he's under new management!"
