Heroes and Villains of Century City

[Tjf]

"Thank you, Lawrence, I'll see you later." Vanessa nods, as she drives off to the orphanage. Happy to see that everything seems to be in order. "Hmm, you're a bit young to be the director, no?" She asked in a curious tone as he gave her a tour of the place. The heiress was glad that no one's tried to cut the orphanage's funding. "Ah, sorry, I haven't quite gotten your name?" She asked, smiling as they enter his office. Vanessa listened intently as the director shared the good news, "Ah, yes, what bright students we have. I'm sure they'll be wonderful citizens of the city." She giggles, but as he mentioned a tradition, "Oh?" The heiress raised her eyebrow, Mom's tradition? She pondered, unable to recall her ever mentioning something about it. "What might that be?" Vanessa asked curiously.

"I suppose. I had it good here, so I came back straight after getting my degree, when I heard the last headmaster had died. I wanted to make sure the place was as good for future generations as it was for me." He smiles. "Oh, forgive me - I'm Tony." He introduces himself. "Oh, your mother never told you what she did here every year?" He raises an eyebrow. "Well, we pride ourselves on not just shoving students out the door when they graduate at 18. Our philosophy revolves around making sure they're prepared for the world - job opportunities, education, etc. And your mother took pride in personally ensuring that graduates are prepared for a very specific but very important part of life when they leave these walls."

 

[asddas193]

"I suppose. I had it good here, so I came back straight after getting my degree, when I heard the last headmaster had died. I wanted to make sure the place was as good for future generations as it was for me." He smiles. "Oh, forgive me - I'm Tony." He introduces himself. "Oh, your mother never told you what she did here every year?" He raises an eyebrow. "Well, we pride ourselves on not just shoving students out the door when they graduate at 18. Our philosophy revolves around making sure they're prepared for the world - job opportunities, education, etc. And your mother took pride in personally ensuring that graduates are prepared for a very specific but very important part of life when they leave these walls."

"Well I'm glad to hear that this place is in very good hands then." Vanessa giggles as Tony introduces himself. She nods along as he explains what her mother did, "I see, if that's all, I suppose I can see to that." The heiress replied, until Tony mentioned about something her mother took pride in. "Oh? And what would that be?" She asked in a curious tone.

 

[moonblack]

Spoiler: Combat Roll

D100:
Azura: 26+10
Chen: 90-20

Rushing to her new ally, Azura can see Fist lying on the ground, twitching slightly, as her magical bolts soar through the air, Chen managing to feel the heat before they get close and duck underneath, before rushing out of the alley. As the magical girl reaches the female hero, Azura sees the woman's twitching isn't quite twitching - her muscles appear to be rippling and shifting beneath her skin. She writhes on the concrete, moaning in pain.

Shit! The bastard injected her with something, likely the mutagen! I hope the antidote Sapphira's friend is making will work as expected! Gripping her sword tightly Azura struck her wounded companion with the pommel hard, knocking her out. Sorry about this, but it is for your own safety, as well as everyone else's. She would need to make a call to have the knocked out heroine picked up and moved to safety before she could try and chase after Chen.

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

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"Don't worry, my sweet, I have better uses for this part of your anatomy." She giggles, before focusing back on his sack, her tongue and cheeks eking every little scrap of pleasure out of him, before licking her way back up his shaft. One more, Sonata feels the warmth of her mouth surround his cock, but this time she moves her head forward, and he feels the delicate nerves along his rod massaged and stimulated by the muscles of her throat, her fingers digging slightly into the flesh of his thighs through his costume, as she deep throats the amateur hero. Finally, Sonata feels his manhood begin to twitch, and she pulls away, a trail of saliva still connecting her mouth to his member. "...That said, darling..." A smile breaks out on her ruby lips, her voice not at all strained from the multiple minute deprivation of oxygen. "...I'd suggest you give me something to drink, before I lose control and drink something else entirely." She smiles at him, her words seeming to confirm his earlier suspicion.

[I don't feel sure enough about Tatiana's intentions to progress the scene much.]

Sonata's tool throbs angrily at the comparatively cool air. His wits slowly recovering, he barely registers Tatiana's implication. "I was about to. Before you stopped." He pants and shudders as the orgasm he so nearly reached fades away. "You're incredible, by the way." A slight pang of jealousy hits the cape, knowing he would never be able to match the pale woman's prowess, but he quickly buries it. "It shouldn't take much longer for you to quench your thirst, unless you have something else in mind?" His cock pulses as though emphasizing him.

 

[Omega98]

For now, the men hang back, realising that the women are headed to a nearby club and intending to make their move on them there. The psychic presence fades slightly, though it remains out there somewhere, just on the edge of her mind.

The club is...less impressive than Loretta's, but the place is absolutely packed with people, swaying and dancing to the music coming from the stage, where a rapper stands, performing. The beat from the sound system pulses and shakes the room, and the handsome young man's lyrics are coarse and unrestrained, bragging about wealth and in graphic detail, sexual prowess. A few weeks ago, the conservative heroine probably would have found the words to be in poor taste, but as she stands, entranced by the vibes and atmosphere of the club, the blonde can see a certain appeal, especially as Belle grips her from behind and the two begin to dance together, bodies pressing rhythmically against one another.

Jenny felt her body move with the beat of the music, her form pressed up against Belle's as the two wives danced. She briefly mused about how much her tastes had changed in only a week and while she didn't necessarily enjoy the lyrics, she couldn't help but feel aroused when the musician bragged about his sexual prowess.

With how small the venue was, and how tightly the people in it were packed together, Belle and Jenny were sandwiched between bodies. It was impossible to move without accidentally brushing against someone but the blonde wife quickly accepted it as an unavoidable matter of her situation. She worked around it by mashing her body against Belle's and she ignored the constant contact of clothes and skin against her.

The longer the women spent out on the dance floor, the more the Panacea effects faded. As the drug wore off Jenny felt a dull headache come over her, it was made worse by the minds of the crowd pressing against her own. Soon, Jenny felt her head leaning against Belle's shoulder as the pair danced.

 

[Tjf]

"Well I'm glad to hear that this place is in very good hands then." Vanessa giggles as Tony introduces himself. She nods along as he explains what her mother did, "I see, if that's all, I suppose I can see to that." The heiress replied, until Tony mentioned about something her mother took pride in. "Oh? And what would that be?" She asked in a curious tone.

"I'm glad to hear you're confident in how skilled my hands are." Tony smiles happily, with maybe the slightest hint of flirtation in his voice. "Well, as you know, this is an all-boys school. The students have limited opportunities to interact with women, and so your mother was afraid that when they became adults and went into the greater world, they'd be at risk of losing themselves to their urges, and maybe get themselves in trouble - you know how 18 year olds can be." He pauses for a moment. "Your mother, God rest her, took it upon herself to make sure this wouldn't happen. That's what the tradition was for."

 

[Tjf]

Shit! The bastard injected her with something, likely the mutagen! I hope the antidote Sapphira's friend is making will work as expected! Gripping her sword tightly Azura struck her wounded companion with the pommel hard, knocking her out. Sorry about this, but it is for your own safety, as well as everyone else's. She would need to make a call to have the knocked out heroine picked up and moved to safety before she could try and chase after Chen.

With the heroine lying on the ground, Azura doesnt find it difficult to knock Fist out, the young woman slumping to the concrete, though there's still movement beneath her skin. Daiyu is the first to respond to Azura's call for help, promising to pick up the hero personally, so long as Azura gets Chen.

 

[Tjf]

[I don't feel sure enough about Tatiana's intentions to progress the scene much.]

Sonata's tool throbs angrily at the comparatively cool air. His wits slowly recovering, he barely registers Tatiana's implication. "I was about to. Before you stopped." He pants and shudders as the orgasm he so nearly reached fades away. "You're incredible, by the way." A slight pang of jealousy hits the cape, knowing he would never be able to match the pale woman's prowess, but he quickly buries it. "It shouldn't take much longer for you to quench your thirst, unless you have something else in mind?" His cock pulses as though emphasizing him.

(Sorry. Sex scenes aren't my forte)
"Not at all, my dear..." Tatiana smiles. "I just wanted to make sure I had your permission." Sonata feels the car ascending some sort of ramp and entering a parking lot, but he has little time to think about it, before her mouth is around his cock again, her throat massaging his manhood until he feels himself reach the edge, and go over it.

 

[Tjf]

Jenny felt her body move with the beat of the music, her form pressed up against Belle's as the two wives danced. She briefly mused about how much her tastes had changed in only a week and while she didn't necessarily enjoy the lyrics, she couldn't help but feel aroused when the musician bragged about his sexual prowess.

With how small the venue was, and how tightly the people in it were packed together, Belle and Jenny were sandwiched between bodies. It was impossible to move without accidentally brushing against someone but the blonde wife quickly accepted it as an unavoidable matter of her situation. She worked around it by mashing her body against Belle's and she ignored the constant contact of clothes and skin against her.

The longer the women spent out on the dance floor, the more the Panacea effects faded. As the drug wore off Jenny felt a dull headache come over her, it was made worse by the minds of the crowd pressing against her own. Soon, Jenny felt her head leaning against Belle's shoulder as the pair danced.

"Hey, are you alright, Jenny?" Belle looks a little concerned as she realises that Jenny's no longer dancing so much as hanging off of her body, her arms slipping around the blonde's body to help support her and keep her in a comfortable position. "You don't look so hot." She shouts over the thumping music. "Bitch looks hot to me!" Someone shouts, somewhere in the crowd, but the redhead ignores her. "Another headache?" She says into Jenny's ear.

 

[Omega98]

"Hey, are you alright, Jenny?" Belle looks a little concerned as she realises that Jenny's no longer dancing so much as hanging off of her body, her arms slipping around the blonde's body to help support her and keep her in a comfortable position. "You don't look so hot." She shouts over the thumping music. "Bitch looks hot to me!" Someone shouts, somewhere in the crowd, but the redhead ignores her. "Another headache?" She says into Jenny's ear.

Jenny nodded into Belle's shoulder. "Yes." she replied simply and tried to straighten up. Keeping everyone's thoughts out of her head grew more difficult with every passing moment, and the blonde found herself wishing for some relief.

 

[asddas193]

"I'm glad to hear you're confident in how skilled my hands are." Tony smiles happily, with maybe the slightest hint of flirtation in his voice. "Well, as you know, this is an all-boys school. The students have limited opportunities to interact with women, and so your mother was afraid that when they became adults and went into the greater world, they'd be at risk of losing themselves to their urges, and maybe get themselves in trouble - you know how 18 year olds can be." He pauses for a moment. "Your mother, God rest her, took it upon herself to make sure this wouldn't happen. That's what the tradition was for."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just wait a moment." As Tony shared what the tradition was, Vanessa's eyes widen in shock. M-mom was doing such things! E-even though she was married! She screamed inisde her head, "Err, is... is this a joke?" The heiress asked, hoping that it was. But with what she's recently learned about her mother this past few days. The chances of it being lie was slim, "So you want me to... to teach the graduating boys about... sex?" She feels her cheeks flush as she said it out loud, "Couldn't you have just thought them about... sexual education as part of their lessons?"

 

[Tjf]

Jenny nodded into Belle's shoulder. "Yes." she replied simply and tried to straighten up. Keeping everyone's thoughts out of her head grew more difficult with every passing moment, and the blonde found herself wishing for some relief.

"I've got nothing on me." Belle says apologetically. "Should we head back? Wait, no." She interrupts herself, taking Jenny's hand and looking towards the stage, where the performer is finishing his set. "He should." She says, before guiding Jenny towards the back, where a security guard, a massive seven foot tall mountain of muscle in a shirt a size too small, eyes them up. "Belle San Kreuz - I'm Mr Wilson's representation at Fitzgerald Industries." She announces. The giant pauses for a moment. "I should, uh, check with-" Belle interrupts him imperiously. "Look at us." She gestures to herself and Jenny. "Do you really think Mr Wilson would be unhappy to see us, even if we were lying? Move aside." Without waiting for permission, the redhead pulls Jenny past the doorman, and into the backstage area.

Heading behind the stage, Jenny sees the man from before joking with some of his roadies, his shirtless state exposing tattoos all over his torso. "Yo, Belle. What can I do for you?" He says with a smirk as he sees them. "It's pleasure, not business, tonight." Belle chuckles as she replies. "My companion here has a bad headache - I was hoping you had something to help her." The rapper turns his head to examine Jenny, clearly liking what he sees. "That right? You want some of the good stuff, baby?"

 

[Tjf]

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just wait a moment." As Tony shared what the tradition was, Vanessa's eyes widen in shock. M-mom was doing such things! E-even though she was married! She screamed inisde her head, "Err, is... is this a joke?" The heiress asked, hoping that it was. But with what she's recently learned about her mother this past few days. The chances of it being lie was slim, "So you want me to... to teach the graduating boys about... sex?" She feels her cheeks flush as she said it out loud, "Couldn't you have just thought them about... sexual education as part of their lessons?"

"No joke, Miss Fitzgerald." Tony shakes his head. "I'd never joke about her." There's clear admiration for the older woman in his voice. "Well, what you do is up to you. The problem is that simply teaching sex ed doesn't solve the problem. We can tell them all about it, but they still have urges they've been bottling up for years and are desperate to release, now that they're adults."

 

[Omega98]

"I've got nothing on me." Belle says apologetically. "Should we head back? Wait, no." She interrupts herself, taking Jenny's hand and looking towards the stage, where the performer is finishing his set. "He should." She says, before guiding Jenny towards the back, where a security guard, a massive seven foot tall mountain of muscle in a shirt a size too small, eyes them up. "Belle San Kreuz - I'm Mr Wilson's representation at Fitzgerald Industries." She announces. The giant pauses for a moment. "I should, uh, check with-" Belle interrupts him imperiously. "Look at us." She gestures to herself and Jenny. "Do you really think Mr Wilson would be unhappy to see us, even if we were lying? Move aside." Without waiting for permission, the redhead pulls Jenny past the doorman, and into the backstage area.

Heading behind the stage, Jenny sees the man from before joking with some of his roadies, his shirtless state exposing tattoos all over his torso. "Yo, Belle. What can I do for you?" He says with a smirk as he sees them. "It's pleasure, not business, tonight." Belle chuckles as she replies. "My companion here has a bad headache - I was hoping you had something to help her." The rapper turns his head to examine Jenny, clearly liking what he sees. "That right? You want some of the good stuff, baby?"

When Belle suggested leaving the club, Jenny almost said yes, but when her redheaded new friend dragged her backstage Jenny didn't put up any resistance. Getting out of the crowded and noisy club area might have done just as much good she rationalized.

The sight of the hulking seven foot tall security guard had Jenny unconsciously bite her lip. But the blonde wife had little time to admire him as Belle rushed her backstage. When Belle introduced herself as part of the company representing the performer Jenny was only mildly surprised. But considering how Belle knew exactly where to take them and that the musician would have what she 'needed' she realized she shouldn't have been.

Jenny was a little irked when the rapper called her 'baby'. It was a term of endearment that he hadn't earned. In fact she only tolerated when Harold did it, but that was a rare occasion and she figured he was entitled to it as she was his wife after all. But this stranger... Whatever annoyance she felt she pushed aside. Being out of the massive crowd helped only slightly, and if this guy had something that would alleviate her headache then granting him the use of such a familiar term was a small price.

"Yeah." she said mustering a slight pout while pushing her huge tits together between her upper arms as she entwined her fingers together in her hands giving the image of a girl asking nicely for something. "Could I have some of your stuff? I really need it."

 

[asddas193]

"No joke, Miss Fitzgerald." Tony shakes his head. "I'd never joke about her." There's clear admiration for the older woman in his voice. "Well, what you do is up to you. The problem is that simply teaching sex ed doesn't solve the problem. We can tell them all about it, but they still have urges they've been bottling up for years and are desperate to release, now that they're adults."

"Urgh, I figured as such." Vanessa grumbles, Damn it mom, why, why are you so... The heiress thinks to herself, closing her eyes as she pondered. Tony seems to be an... upstanding citizen. And I've heard news about how the boys from this orphanage all make a name for themselves... Clenching her fists as she slowly came to an answer, I'm already using my body to further my goals... I may as well... right? Maybe someone here will be useful to me... one day. She grumbled, letting out a sigh. "So, I just have to... sate their urges... right?" Vanessa asked, eyes still closed as her cheeks go red.

 

[Tjf]

When Belle suggested leaving the club, Jenny almost said yes, but when her redheaded new friend dragged her backstage Jenny didn't put up any resistance. Getting out of the crowded and noisy club area might have done just as much good she rationalized.

The sight of the hulking seven foot tall security guard had Jenny unconsciously bite her lip. But the blonde wife had little time to admire him as Belle rushed her backstage. When Belle introduced herself as part of the company representing the performer Jenny was only mildly surprised. But considering how Belle knew exactly where to take them and that the musician would have what she 'needed' she realized she shouldn't have been.

Jenny was a little irked when the rapper called her 'baby'. It was a term of endearment that he hadn't earned. In fact she only tolerated when Harold did it, but that was a rare occasion and she figured he was entitled to it as she was his wife after all. But this stranger... Whatever annoyance she felt she pushed aside. Being out of the massive crowd helped only slightly, and if this guy had something that would alleviate her headache then granting him the use of such a familiar term was a small price.

"Yeah." she said mustering a slight pout while pushing her huge tits together between her upper arms as she entwined her fingers together in her hands giving the image of a girl asking nicely for something. "Could I have some of your stuff? I really need it."

The man reclines back, staring at the breasts pressing against the pink fabric of Jenny's dress. "Well, since you asked like that, how could I refuse a lady in need. C'mon over, let's share. You too, Miss Belle." He beckons for them to come over and sit next to him on a trio of overturned speakers surrounding a small table, pulling out a bag of white powder with resonant psychic energy. "To be honest, this stuff ain't hard to get. It's dirt cheap on the street - I never seen something this good priced so low, though you have to be careful where you get it. Some assholes have been cutting it." He creates three lines on the table. "My boys are reliable, though - you don't have to worry about my stuff, baby."

 

[Tjf]

"Urgh, I figured as such." Vanessa grumbles, Damn it mom, why, why are you so... The heiress thinks to herself, closing her eyes as she pondered. Tony seems to be an... upstanding citizen. And I've heard news about how the boys from this orphanage all make a name for themselves... Clenching her fists as she slowly came to an answer, I'm already using my body to further my goals... I may as well... right? Maybe someone here will be useful to me... one day. She grumbled, letting out a sigh. "So, I just have to... sate their urges... right?" Vanessa asked, eyes still closed as her cheeks go red.

"Precisely." Tony nods. "If you want to, of course. We could get someone else - though no one better, I think."

 

[asddas193]

"Precisely." Tony nods. "If you want to, of course. We could get someone else - though no one better, I think."

"No, it's fine... I'll do it to... keep the tradition alive." Vanessa sighed, cheeks still flushed with shame. "So how many are graduating?" She asked wondering how many she'll be teaching.

 

[Omega98]

The man reclines back, staring at the breasts pressing against the pink fabric of Jenny's dress. "Well, since you asked like that, how could I refuse a lady in need. C'mon over, let's share. You too, Miss Belle." He beckons for them to come over and sit next to him on a trio of overturned speakers surrounding a small table, pulling out a bag of white powder with resonant psychic energy. "To be honest, this stuff ain't hard to get. It's dirt cheap on the street - I never seen something this good priced so low, though you have to be careful where you get it. Some assholes have been cutting it." He creates three lines on the table. "My boys are reliable, though - you don't have to worry about my stuff, baby."

Jenny watched as the rapper cut three lines onto the table and again ignored his use of the word 'baby'. When the man informed her that people had started polluting the narcotic Jenny made a mental note to investigate and shut down their operation. Although tellingly she gave no thought to trying to shut down the drug ring that was going on in her neighborhood. With the lines laid out, Jenny was patient enough to wait for the rapper to snort the first line before she and Belle followed suit. Once the substance had disappeared up her nostril Jenny sat back up and waited for the narcotic to take effect.

 

[Tjf]

"No, it's fine... I'll do it to... keep the tradition alive." Vanessa sighed, cheeks still flushed with shame. "So how many are graduating?" She asked wondering how many she'll be teaching.

"I'm sure she'd have been happy to hear you say that." Tony smiles. "She always spoke very highly of you." The young man moves to his desk, opening it and withdrawing a book. "Not many this year. Only, let's see here... Eleven."