THE RED KICK #1: A SEXCALATION BOOK By Edward T. Yeatts III Published by Edward T. Yeatts III at Smashwords. Copyright 2012 Edward T. Yeatts III. Smashwords Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Other erotica by Edward T. Yeatts III: Sexcalation Check out ETY3.com for more books and information. Want to contact me? Email: Sexcalation@gmail.com Twitter: @Sexcalation Blog: Sexcalation.blogspot.com Tumblr: Sexcalation.Tumblr.com (lots of naughty pics) Facebook: Facebook.com/Sexcalation AUTHOR'S NOTE Despite the name and the cover, this is not, in fact, a comic book. It is written in the style of and intended to evoke a comic book, but without drawings. Sorry. It's also a naughty adult book. Turn back now if that's not what you thought you were getting. 1 – MEET BLAZE She spun around and picked out the targets. The larger man was definitely Frankie Kay. The two men with him were just muscle. She flipped her head and her red hair swept over her face and blocked her view. The room was dark so she couldn't see what, exactly, the muscle was packing. They were observant, for certain. They kept looking over their shoulders at everyone who came in. She lifted her leg and brought it up until her shin touched her forehead. There was a crowd tonight. Frankie liked crowds. He felt safer. She turned on her heel and leaned backward. Upside down, she scanned them again. Only Frankie was watching. Blaze grabbed the pole and brought herself upright. She spun to the far side and wrapped her left leg around the metal bar. She leaned over and smiled at the fat guy pressed against the stage. It was Billy. He was nice and he always left twenties for her. Sometimes he could be a "Captain Save-A-Ho," but not too often. She dropped to the floor of the stage and slithered toward him. Her tits brushed across the illuminated acrylic and her nipples pulled thrown bills along with her. She raised her head and looked right into Billy's face. Blaze tilted her head and waved a little. His grin stretched even further. She swept her legs forward toward Billy and leaned back onto her round ass. Her back arched and her breasts reflected the shifting colored lights. With a grandiose gesture, her right hand rose above her head, pressed against one tit and then slid toward her pussy. She stopped at her landing strip and slowly pushed her legs apart. Billy was staring into her crotch, of course. Blaze was looking at Frankie. One of the muscle men left the table. She looked at Billy, smiled again and then CLACK. She slammed the edges of her heels together. The sound broke through the heavy bass of her soundtrack and drew the attention of just about everyone in the club. Billy nodded and held up a twenty. "OK, everyone," Max, the DJ said, "that's Blaze! Exclusively here at Ben Dover's." She crawled forward, winked at Billy and plucked the bill from his hand. "Blaze will be back on stage soon but she'll be looking for you before that." She extended her arm and drew the bills, mostly singles, to her. She scooped up the wad and the pieces of her discarded bikini. As she was about to stand, another man leaned forward. He had a five. "Thanks, honey," she said. He put it on the pile and she held the bills in place with her thumb. She darted offstage, past Jade, and into her dressing area. She pulled her desk key from its hiding space under the wig head and then opened her drawer. She dropped the money inside, removed the two garters and locked it back up. Blaze put her bikini back on quickly. Then she wrapped the black garters around her thighs and clicked them in place. She looked in the mirror. Her wig was still on securely. The ruby red lopsided bob was popular and she wore it most nights. Her red sequined mask was still in place, too. She lifted her tits up and let them fall. After a deep breath, she turned and walked onto the floor. Jade was on. She was near the ceiling, clinging to the pole. She extended her legs and began to rotate around and around and around until her body touched the stage. It was her signature move and she did it every time. Blaze dodged a couple of guys. There was a couple, a man and a woman, near the bar. The woman smiled at her and Blaze returned the gesture. Billy waved at her excitedly and she held up a single finger. She hated to put him off like that but she had work to do. Frankie Kay was drinking his scotch. There was still only one thug with him. It had to be now. "Hey, baby," she said. She pressed herself against the edge of the table. She cocked her hips to one side and the bottom of her clothed pussy was presented to him. "You look like you want to party." Frankie smiled. "You think so?" "I know so." She bent forward, allowing her tits to land right at his eye level. She grabbed the edge of the table tightly and it creaked with her strength. That got his attention. The guard leaned back and looked at Blaze from head to ass and then up again. "We should wait." "Fuck you," Frankie said. He stood up and Blaze offered her hand. "Where we gonna party, girl?" "Right over here." She led him toward the curtained wall and held up two fingers. Max nodded and the 'occupied' sign above the second door lit up. She pushed it open and Frankie was right behind her. It was a small space. Maybe three yards square. There was a large, plush couch that filled up the back wall and part of one of the sides. The walls were sapphire blue and rope light around the ceiling and the floor molding provided the only illumination they would need. Blaze flung Kay onto the couch. He laughed. She pushed the door shut and flipped the small lock over. She turned around and then stepped on either side of Frankie's legs. He looked at her thigh-high boots and then dragged his eyes to her pussy, around the curve of her waist and to her tits. He shook his head and said, "They natural, ain't they?" "One hundred percent," Blaze said. She let herself fall forward and she caught her hands on the rim of the couch's back. Her breasts dangled in front of Frankie's face and he reached up to them. "Oh, shit," he said. He gripped them tightly and began to bring them toward his face. Blaze smacked his hand and straightened up. "That's one." She shrugged and cast off one of her straps. With only two fingers, she pulled the other strap away and her large tits hung free. Kay sighed and looked at them while he shook his head. She turned around and bent forward. With her thumbs, she wrapped them around the fabric of her bottoms and began to pull them down. The cloth unrolled over her ass slowly and she pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them when she felt Frankie grab her ass roughly. Blaze rolled her eyes and said, "That's two." She turned around and then raised her leg up to her head. Her pussy spread open and Frankie's mouth did the same. He tilted his head to look as she rested the heel of her boot on the back of the couch. She rubbed her large tits. She mashed one up and rounded one finger around her nipple. She brought that hand down over her abdomen and onto her pussy. She splayed her fingers and spread her lips apart. She stroked herself for a moment before Kay raised his hand and caressed the underside of her upper thigh. "That's three," Blaze said. She was speaking louder than normal because of the music being piped into the room. "I'm gonna have to ask you sit on your hands." "Oh, c'mon, baby," Frankie said. Blaze's expression went to stone and she pulled her leg off the wall. She backed away and gathered her clothes. "OK, OK," he said. He lifted up each of his thighs and jammed his hands deep underneath. "How's that?" Blaze smiled. "Much better." She dropped her top and resumed her position. Her leg braced against the wall and Kay again leaned over to peer into her gash. Blaze grabbed her left tit with her left hand while her right hand ran over her leg to her garter. She pulled a small cylinder off the strap and squeezed it in Frankie's face. There was a light mist and he jerked his head back quickly. It was too late. He had already inhaled and Kay's head wobbled. Blaze had pulled away, waiting for the small cloud to dissipate. Finally, he flopped back and rested in the corner. She grunted and put her clothes back on. "Mother fucker," she said. She patted down his jacket and chest. She felt a gun and knife. There was a cellphone, too. She reached into his pants and found his wallet. She opened it and removed the hundred she was due. She looked through the cards and papers but she didn't see it. She checked all of his pockets. Nothing. She checked his shoes. Nothing. Then she removed his phone. She scrolled through the texts and didn't see it. She checked the notes, calendar, emails and just about everything. Nothing. "Where is it?" She looked at the main screen. Right near the top, next to the calendar and message center, was the Draw Something app. She opened it up and saw that it was Frankie's turn to guess whatever "The Man" had drawn for him. It was a small map with a red circle around a warehouse on Dyson Street with "2:00" written above it. Blaze smiled. That was it. She replaced everything as she found it. She removed a small box from her garter and opened it. She coated a fingertip in the cocaine and heroin mixture and then rubbed it into Kay's mustache and then up into his nostrils. She wiped her hand on his jacket and adjusted herself. She was done. She took a cylinder from her other garter and squirted it in Frankie's face. The fumes were noxious and he stirred almost immediately. She quickly straightened up and began wiping her nose and sniffling. "Holy shit, baby." Frankie looked at her oddly. "That was some good shit." He glanced around and sniffed, too, feeling the powder in his own nostrils. He got a little bit and it confused him. "Yeah," he said. "I … uh." "That's my best stuff and you should probably pay extra for it," Blaze said. She stood up and held her hand out. Frankie struggled to stand and he reached into his wallet. He removed a Benjamin and Blaze shook her head, "No, no. You already paid me for the fun times. I'm just looking for a little something extra for the … nose times." Frankie blinked quickly and nodded. "OK." He pulled out a twenty and Blaze smiled at him. She gave him a light hug and then tucked the bill into her bra. Blaze undid the lock and walked out into the club. The music was overpowering and she immediately walked to the dressing area. She saw the two thugs sitting at the table staring intently at Kay while he stumbled back to his table. She unlocked her drawer again and put her garters inside. She put the money in there, too. Blaze looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. She had plenty of time left … she might be able to dance once more. Just as she put on a new set of black underwear, she saw Vixen come backstage with her gathered earnings. If Vixen was done, that meant Blaze was next. She picked up her t-shirt and put it on carefully. She heard the bass of her song playing so she stepped up onto the edge of the stage and pushed her way through the curtains. Blaze strutted across the lit floor and cocked her hip to one side. She slapped her ass SMACK and smiled at a customer on her left. She walked further and grabbed the pole. She leaned down toward Billy, smiled at him and spun toward the man next to him. She clutched her breast, licked her lips and straightened up again. She danced about the base of the pole for a short while and then she reached under her shirt and removed her bra. She tossed it to the floor and then ascended the pole. Blaze braced herself at the midpoint and pushed her body up. Her legs wrapped above her head and around the pole. Her calves and the underside of her knees were clamped onto the metal bar and she allowed her hands to dangle below. Some of those watching cheered and then she grabbed the collar of her t-shirt. With a swift jerk, the pre-cut top tore and ripped. She held it away from her body and her tits hung the other way for a change. The men cheered even louder. She threw her body to the side and she began to rotate about the pole. A high-pitched SQUEAK emerged from her skin as she slowly descended. When she was within reach of the stage, she put her hands on it and then did a handstand away from the pole. There was some applause and she fell toward the crowd and into a split. There was more applause. Then she saw that Frankie's muscle was walking toward the stage. She swirled her legs around above her head and stood up. She walked back to the pole, clasped it and swung herself over to one side. One of the goons was pulling a customer away from the edge of the stage. "Hey," he said. She could barely hear him over the music. Blaze looked at him and blew a kiss. "No, no," he said. "We need to talk to you." She rotated around the pole a bit more and said, "I can give you a party when I'm done with this, honey." He shook his head again and pushed another customer away. He was moving around the edge of the stage so he could be near Blaze's face. "We're going to talk to you now!" Her eyebrows raised and she tucked her head back, "I don't think so." Then he actually started to climb onto the stage. As soon as his first foot touched the acrylic, Blaze grabbed the pole tighter, darted around the opposite way and flung herself into the air. She was nearly perpendicular when her huge soles connected with the side of his head. CRACK! UNF! He dropped off the stage and hit the ground hard THUNK before her feet touched the floor again. The second thug sprinted across the floor and got ready to leap onto the platform. Blaze saw this, of course, and she got behind the pole and extended one leg out to the side. When the man got on stage, she brought that leg toward her and pulled him to the bar. She reached up with her free hand, grabbed the back of his head and CLANG! Clocked into the pole. She stood up straight and he stumbled back. He tried to shake it off, but before he could, Blaze stepped around to the front of the pole, reached up and grabbed it. Then she kicked forward with both feet. OOF. He rocketed off the stage and landed on the floor with a THUD. The crowd cringed and oohed during the fight. Now they applauded. Blaze bowed to them while Marcus the bouncer and Mike the bartender pulled the two guys' limp forms away from the stage and toward the door. When Blaze looked up, she saw Frankie leaning forward with his face propped up on his hands. He looked dazed still but he was definitely grinning. "Blaze does it again!" Max announced from his booth. "Just a reminder to everyone that only our dancers are allowed on the stage. And no touching, folks. No touching. Let's hear it for Blaze!" The room erupted again and even more bills fluttered to the stage floor than usual. She bowed and then scooped them up. They were still clapping when she parted the curtains with her elbow and moved toward her dressing area. Once the money was in her locked drawer, she went back into the club. She passed Mike on his way to the bar. "Tell Marcus to keep his eyes open, will you?" "I know, I know." She waved at and strutted by everyone she passed. The muscle was nowhere to be seen but Frankie was now hobbling away from his table. She smiled and thought, I've still got a bit before I should go. Billy was waving. She smiled and beckoned him with a single finger. He eagerly left his stool and came toward her. Blaze turned and started walking to the first party cubicle. She held one finger up and pushed the door open while Billy brushed past her. 2 – ENTER THE RED KICK She was laid flat on the rooftop. Her black suit clung to her tightly and her deep red hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She was now wearing her trademark thigh-high boots with utility garters and belt. She had to get dressed quickly once she left the club. There wasn't much time. She pulled binoculars from the back of her belt and stared forward. Red saw crates stacked outside of the warehouse. Not unusual. She saw a couple of goons with small automatic weapons. MAC-10s. Old school. There was an office in the far corner and she knew she was too far away to see from her current position. Red slapped the binoculars back on the magnetic pad. She crawled to the edge of the roof and reached down her left leg into the top of her boots. She removed a collapsed grappling device and flicked it open. The four spires were locked tight and she dangled it off the roof and began to twirl it with her monofilament line. She flung it and it caught on the edge of the abandoned building next door. She watched the thugs carefully. They were ambling around … rarely looking her way. She pulled the line taut and then slithered off the roof until she fell. Red held her breath. This was the worst part. The hook held and she arced toward the fire escape. She grabbed a handrail as she swung by and managed to land on the steps with only the slightest creaking. She looked back at the muscle and saw that they didn't notice. After undoing the grappler and replacing it, she leaned on the handrail and wrapped one of her legs around it. Her suit and boots were not glossy so she wasn't worried about streetlight reflections. She brought the binoculars back up to her eyes and saw into the office easily. A woman was sitting on the edge of a desk. She was wearing a very slight skirt and a tanktop. Her head was turned away from the window but Red thought she recognized her. When he walked into the room, she definitely did. It was Colin Rewder. Depending on the day of the week, he liked to go by either The Raider or Blackbeard. Tonight he was wearing a black suit with some white ruffles popping from his chest and gold braid on his sleeve. Even though he was clean shaven, he was easily spotted thanks to a scar on the upper left side of his forehead that stretched back into his hairline. Red gave him that. She watched Colin grab the girl by the shoulders and kiss her forcefully. She seemed to struggle a little at first but then she relaxed and put her arms around his neck. They turned and bumped into the desk and that's when Red confirmed that the blonde was Lacey Thom. It was 1:50. Just ten minutes before … whatever happened. She looked through the binoculars at the couple as they kissed and thought about Frankie Kay. He was just a middleman, usually. Sometimes he smuggled goods. Sometimes he set up deals. With whom was the question now, apparently. The Raider, a smuggler and enforcer, on one end … and who on the other? "The Man," whoever that is? Red Kick realized she needed to get in a better position. She wrapped her grappling rope around the handrail and pulled it tight. Then she removed a small box off her left garter and pressed the button. Around the corner, on the far side of the warehouse, a small explosive charge went off in a Dumpster. She heard it clearly. It was a nice POOM. Not loud enough to be thought a gunshot but definitely loud enough to get the guards' attention. On cue, three men walked around to the other side of the building. Red released her legs' grip on the fire escape and fell four storeys to the ground. She crouched and tugged on the rope three times to get the hook to release and it did. Once she stowed it, she crossed the street and knelt by the corner of the chain link fence. A delivery truck was parked up against it and she climbed on top. She was even with the top of the fence and the barbed wire, too. The streetlight was out so she didn't worry about being spotted. This was a good place. A view of Raider in his office and a view of the warehouse gate and the loading doors. Red looked into the office. Colin had taken off his jacket and Lacey was kissing his chest. Her hands unbuckled his belt and he leaned his head back. She pulled down his pants and she got on her knees. Colin's chest puffed out and he grabbed Lacey's hair on the back of her head. She was turned to one side and her tongue was curled under his cock. She kissed and sucked on the side before he jerked her a bit and she opened her mouth wide. He was almost completely hard when her lips rolled down his shaft. He pulled and pushed her head onto him over and over. His long dick rode over her tongue and into her throat. He got maybe five or six good pumps in before he pulled her back quickly and she gasped for air. Spit and froth fell from her chin. He smiled and pressed her face into his crotch again. The next time she pulled back for air, Colin lifted her up. He was still holding her hair and he wrenched her neck back. He leaned over and bit the side of her throat. As he did that, he pulled on her skirt and ripped it from her side. Red nearly stood up but she saw that Lacey was smiling. Raider pushed her against the desk. He took a step and lifted the tanktop over her head with one swipe. Her massive tits bounded out and he leaned over to mash his face into them. He did that only for a second before he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. He pulled her underwear down and pushed her face onto the desk. Colin then picked up one of her legs and held it up as he entered her. Lacey's eyes closed and her mouth dropped open. Red remembered that feeling. Raider grabbed each of Lacey's ass cheeks and squeezed them hard. They began to glow bright red and he pounded into her over and over again. She was grabbing onto the table top for stability. Her breasts were pressed onto the blotter, rubbing back and forth over pens and papers. Colin then gripped her waist and pulled her back onto his cock. Her torso reared up and she began to scream. Red heard it just fine from where she was. Lacey's ass rippled with each thrust. He was smiling deviously the whole time. Then he looked at his watch. Red looked at hers. 1:58. Colin stopped pounding her ass and repositioned himself. He put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. And then he fucked her with everything he had. She screamed even louder and the desk began to screech across the floor. She had nothing to hold on to but Colin held onto her. His face was contorted and grunting and her tits were circling and bouncing into each other. His thrusting got quicker and quicker. Her legs began to spread apart but Raider kept up with her. She was now nearly bent forward and Colin reached under her and got a large handful of a breast. He took his hand from her waist and braced himself on the top of her ass. He groaned and barked when he came. He pounded a couple more times before he pushed Lacey away. She fell forward into a crouch while he staggered back. Red got a good look at his huge cock. She took in a deep breath and tried not to think too much about it. She was already wet. If things went sideways in the next few minutes, she wasn't sure how a moist pussy would impact her abilities. While Colin got dressed, two of the goons returned and a truck pulled up to the locked gate. One of the men ran to the fence and undid the lock. The truck pulled in to one side and then backed up a few yards away from the loading doors. Colin left the office and Red got ready. She reached down to her shoes and removed the tall heels and soles. They clicked onto her belt easily and she repositioned herself for a quick jump and flip over the fence. Through her binoculars, she saw Colin greet a man. She didn't know his name but she had seen him with Frankie Kay before. Then a forklift emerged from the warehouse bearing a large pallet of cardboard boxes. She had to wait for Raider to move before she could read the label. White Cross Medical Supply. Rubbing Alcohol. Rubbing alcohol?, Red thought to herself. Colin usually moved guns or drugs. If he was guarding something, it was usually industrial technology or guns or drugs. What's up with medical supplies? She thought as she knelt on the delivery truck. Is this worth jumping into? But what if those boxes are false? What if something else is inside? If Raider and Frankie Kay were involved, it couldn't be good. Just then, the forklift hit the edge of the truck on its second load of boxes. While Colin and the other men harangued and chastised the driver, Red took a step back and jumped over the fence. She flipped once and land hard on the ground. Her padded soles helped a little but her knees ached from the shock. She walked under the office windows while the forklift kept loading boxes into the truck. She removed one of her heels from her belt and pressed a switch. A blade jumped out and Red raised her hand to get the tip underneath the edge of the window. It was unlocked, thankfully, and the pane angled outward. She closed the knife and put it back on her belt. Red reached up and got her fingers on the sill. She gripped hard and concentrated all of her pole dancing kime to bring her legs out to the side and then up into the window. Once her ankles were just inside, she was able to pull her body into the room. Her legs and head came first. Then her torso and thighs. Her ass hung outside just for a moment and then she dropped to the office floor. She straightened up just as Lacey came back in. "What …" she managed to say before the intruder was beside her with her hand over her mouth. Lacey struggled just for a moment before Red pressed a mild sedative into her neck. She slid down Kick's body and onto the floor. The door was still open and she looked out onto the warehouse floor. There was a lot of junk. Loads of boxes. There were still several pallets of the White Cross boxes to go, too. Red moved along the wall opposite the loading doors. She occasionally had to crawl over a box or two, but she was behind the last pallet soon enough. She climbed up the side of the wrapped tower and, using her heel-knife, cut open the top of a box. She reached in and removed a bottle of … rubbing alcohol. She crouched down as the forklift came and took the pallet in front of hers. Red tucked the bottle under her arm and pulled the other disconnected heel from her belt. She flipped open the end and removed one of several tracking devices. She pressed a small button, an LED blinked once and then Red slipped it into one of the sides of the corrugated boxes. The strip fell down the valley of ridges and into the box itself. She backed off the pallet and hid among other boxes. The forklift came and loaded it onto the truck. A few moments later, the truck left the warehouse parking lot. Colin and his three thugs came back inside and closed the door. They headed back for the office and Red slinked around behind them. She removed the left sole of her shoe from her utility belt and moved a lever on the side. Two metal prongs popped out and she quickly ran up behind the last of the guards. She slapped him on the back with the sole and more than fifty thousand volts ZZZZZZZT! poured into his body. He dropped hard, and as he did, Red ran forward and leapt up. Her legs wrapped around the head of the second guard and she squeezed him tightly. GASP He struggled and squirmed and the last guard came toward her. Instead of shooting, he swung at her with his gun. She caught the barrel, pulled him forward and then pushed the gun back, THWACK, hitting him in the nose with the stock. The man under her legs passed out and she stood. She kneed the last thug in the stomach and punched CRACK the side of his neck. He collapsed in a heap. Colin stood just inside the office, smiling. "Red Kick. Of course." Red was a little out of breath so she just nodded. "What are you doing here?" She held her stun sole tightly and walked toward him. "You're up to no good, Raider. I should be asking you." He nodded. "I was completing a transaction involving medical supplies. Surely that's not a crime." "It is if this isn't your warehouse. Or if those weren't your supplies." Colin nodded again. "I see your point." As he finished speaking, he dropped to one knee and Lacey was standing there, with a gun. POW! POW! POW! Red rolled across the floor behind another pallet. Lacey fired again. POW! Kick grabbed a smokeball off her garter and threw it across the room. It bounced off the wall and hit the ceiling above the office door. The chemical smoke erupted POOF and poured down on both Colin and Lacey. As they coughed, Red ran around the boxes and kicked the gun from Lacey's hand. She CRUNCH punched her once and the little tow-haired girl fell into the aluminum wall before hitting the ground. Colin was beginning to run the other way and Red followed. He leaned over to grab the loading door handle and Kick ran into him. His head CRASHed into the metal door and she grabbed his waist before kneeing him in the ass. He fell onto the concrete floor, clutching his forehead. Red smiled and said, "How do you like getting fucked from behind?" 3 – RELAX, RORY It was 3:00 before the police came. Red Kick hid in a corner of the parking lot while uniforms pulled Colin, Lacey and the three goons from the warehouse. They were all cuffed, of course, in her standard red-nylon zipties. When Pilgrim City Detective Sergeant Navin Walls came on the crime scene, Red clicked her tongue. He recognized the sound and followed it. "What's the 10-43?" "Good to see you, too," Red answered. Walls sighed. "I keep getting more shit because of you. Every time I bring people in wearing red cuffs, I got a screaming coming at me." Red smiled in the shadow. "Well, cut the ties off and put your own cuffs on." "Smart ass." The detective rubbed his eyes and inhaled loudly. "OK. What's going on?" "This." She pulled the bottle from a box near her. "Rubbing alcohol. Raider seems to have gotten several pallets full of bottles and he sold them to whoever it was that took it away." Walls studied the bottle in the orange streetlight for a moment. "Did you test it?" "I sniffed it," she said. "Smelled like alcohol to me. I'll let you guys do the detailed analysis." The detective shook his head. "You know about chain of evidence rules." Red nodded. "Whatever. We'll do it." He glanced around and asked, "Did you track the truck?" "Transmitter in one of the boxes." She handed him a slip of paper. "I already wrote down the frequency for you." "Cool." He took the paper and turned toward the warehouse. "Are you going to let us get there first?" She laughed and put one foot up onto a crate. "Don't worry. I'm done for the night." He nodded and walked away while she scaled the boxes and leapt over the fence. She landed on the top of the delivery truck from before and she climbed down. She ran around the corner and replaced the heels and soles on her moccasin-like boots. She turned down an alley and then rounded several corners before she got to the parking lot she was looking for. Her car was there. It was a 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle Super Sport. It was black with two red stripes running up the hood and, of course, there were some modifications under it. She paused near the rear of the car and looked around. The CVS' lot was well lit and the police station across the street was always busy. No one messed with her car when she parked here and the security package would deal with those who dared. No one was watching, so Red pressed the button on her key fob, which had been tucked inside the top of her boot. The car beeped and the doors unlocked. She quickly slid inside, locked the doors and buckled the belt. She pressed the fob into the dash and the engine started. Once it revved far beyond the factory specs, she spun the wheel away and into the darkness. A few minutes later, she arrived at the retail complex. Everything was closed, of couse, but even in daylight, nearly everything would have been closed. Only the thrift store, the beauty shop and the ABC store did any business these days. The Chinese restaurant was done. The bank was emptied long ago. The dress and fabric shop was dusty. The electronics store didn't beep. The gym still smelled like sweat, but no one frequented it. No one but Red Kick. She parked in the old oil-and-lube place around back of the center. The bay door opened and closed with a button press. She went through the empty offices and into the hallway that connected the backs of all the stores. Everywhere she walked, she checked the knobs, making sure they were still locked. She looked at the big fire door that separated the active end of the center from the abandoned side. It was still firmly in place. She turned on her big soles and walked into the manager's office. Only then did she remove her mask. Rory Wilcox was twenty-six. She stood at five feet, eight inches when her shoes were off. Her deep red hair was kept short to allow for her various wigs. Her curvy frame carried about one hundred thirty pounds, a great deal of that in muscle. She laid the mask on one of her several wig heads and then pulled the pin and cup off the back of her hair. The sweat-soaked strands fell down. Rory reached under her armpit and unzipped the black suit slowly. She grunted as her arm rotated. She sprained it, she thought, in either the swing from building to building or in the fight. With the top of her suit dangling about her waist, she leaned over and uncoupled the utility belt and garters from her hips and thighs. She set them on the desk carefully, so as to not activate something she didn't want activated. Then she unzipped the long red boots and stepped out of them. She sat on the edge of the desk and breathed. She wore boots and shoes like that at the clubs and then she wore them later at night for her extracurricular activites. When she took them off, she bemoaned her choice in attire and her ankles screamed in agreement. She was used to them and she felt graceful and confident in them. That's what Rory reminded herself of every time. She pushed the suit over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of it and kicked it into a corner by her boots. Rory was wearing her usual sports bra and panties underneath it all. Free of the constraining garment, she lowered her head and let her shoulders and arms sag. She breathed deeply and then straightened up. She windmilled her arms, despite the pain, and flexed her fingers. That's when she noticed the sting in her right hand. She pushed against the back wall and it gave way. Rare-earth magnets separated and an apartment was revealed. She closed the wall back and slid five bars into place. Rory slapped her thigh twice and the Clapper engaged, illuminating the apartment. Her bed was against one wall and a kitchenette by the other. She pushed open the freezer door and removed one of several first aid gel bags she kept in it. She pulled a cloth hair band from under a fridge magnet and bound the frozen gel to her knuckles. "I hit that guy harder than I thought," she said out loud. She dropped to the floor and did twenty push-ups with her unencumbered hand. She turned and placed her feet under the lip of the cabinets and did fifty sit-ups. She turned and looked around the room. She felt restless. For a moment, she thought about going up to the gym and using the machines. She did that. All of the time. When it closed, they didn't take everything. She made sure. No. Not the gym. That wasn't it. She walked toward the covered window and grabbed the bar over her head. She did ten, then eleven, then twelve pull-ups before she realized that wasn't it, either. Rory sighed. She knew the source of her feeling. When it hit her, she thought back to the warehouse. Her looking through the window at Colin and Lacey. Watching him pound into her over and over again. She didn't like being reminded of that. Rory resigned herself to what she would have to do. She took off her bra and her ample breasts were finally able to breathe. She rubbed them with one hand while she shook her ass side to side, working her underwear down to her ankles. She got into her bed and took a small vibrator from the table by her head. Before she clicked it on, she parted her lips with a couple of fingers and felt the remnants of her earlier moisture. The wetness she felt while she watched them fuck. Rory didn't want to just press the thing against her clit and let the motor do the work. She wanted to work up her own juices. She didn't like thinking about Raider this way any longer, but her memories kept popping up. It was four years ago. Rory had been doing the Red Kick thing for only a few months and she didn't even have a schtick yet. Yes, she performed in strip clubs to be close to the scum of the city and uncover their plans, but she didn't have the car or the gadgets or anything else. She was dancing at The Tease and using the name Ginger. She was wearing a long haired, bright orange wig. Her top and underwear were brown with fluffy white piping meant to evoke a gingerbread man, of course. She wore garters and white stockings, too, that disappeared into her calf-high boots. She danced to "Candyshop," by 50 Cent. It was a standard in the club but she thought it worked best for her. She wrapped her leg around the pole and dangled back as she undid her own top. She looked at the faces in the crowd and didn't recognize anyone on that side. She righted herself, dropped her ass near the floor in time to the music, mimicked licking the pole and then leaned to the other side of the room. Her 40Ds swayed and bounced off each other. One man in the far corner clapped and Ginger looked toward him. Before she saw him, she spotted someone else. He was wearing a red jacket with a white shirt underneath. He had a well-groomed beard and he wore an eye patch. She knew who this was. It was Blackbeard. Colin Rewder, a wanted smuggler. She turned again and backed up against the pole. She reached high and pulled herself up. She tried to lock eyes, or 'eye,' with Rewder but he was talking to someone. She lifted her legs from the stage and held them away from her body. She spread them wide and Blackbeard still didn't see. Ginger took one hand away from the pole and folded her legs back in. She used her fingers to pull the underwear away from her ass. She used the heel of her boot, caught the elastic and then extended her legs again. When she did, the underwear tugged and she aimed her right heel carefully. A second later, the panties rode down her left leg, rocketed over her right boot and shot into the crowd, falling right in front of Colin Rewder. Several men cheered and Ginger smiled at the move herself. That was the best she had ever done with that trick. Rewder, though, gave her a glance and went back to his conversation. She knew it would be difficult, so she finished the song, gathered her money and her clothes, and left the stage. She put everything back on and readied herself for the strut across the floor. Only once before had she taken a suspect to a private room but he was a low-level guy. A relative nobody. This would be different. She parted the tinsel with her hand and walked past the stage while Desire did her thing. She sauntered by table after table and men held up bills. Ginger was focused on Blackbeard. When she approached, he was still talking to his companion. He turned first and saw her. That's when she decided to taunt his ego and sit in his friend's lap. "Hello. I'm Ginger. Who are you?" The man smiled and said, "I'm Ken. How are you doing?" Ken Dorsey. She recognized him after all. She glanced and saw that Rewder appeared annoyed. She stroked Ken's hair and said, "I'm doing great. I'm sitting here with a big, strapping man." She tilted her head and squinted. "Maybe a bad boy, too." She smiled. "I like bad boys." "Then baby," Dorsey said, "you've come to the right guy." Ginger laughed and looked at Blackbeard. She stopped laughing and she leaned across the table. "Really? This one looks bad, too." Colin met her look. Finally, a corner of his mouth curled up. "You don't want to talk to me." "Oh," she said. She stood up, spun around the small table and sat on his leg. "In that case, I definitely do." She put her hand on his chest and stroked him. She felt the handle on his gun but she kept smiling and kept groping. Colin seemed a bit uncomfortable but she didn't give up. He started to protest a couple of times and then she changed her demeanor. She stopped with the smiling act and got breathless. As she breathed, she pulled herself closer to him. Her chest heaved in his face and her leg wrapped around the chair so her lower body could get closer to him, too. She put one hand on the side of his face and pulled him slowly closer. Then she felt it. His cock. Ginger reached down and let her fingers find the shape of it in his pants. It was difficult to judge, but it seemed large. She lowered her head to his ear, breathed out a gush of warm, excited air and then said, softly, "Let's go party." He pulled away and looked into her face. He appeared to be looking for something. Sincerity, Ginger thought, so she nodded in response. Colin said, "OK." They got up and walked toward the open door. The DJ announced, "Ginger's is going in for a party! You can party with our girls, too! Just ask!" She pushed the door closed and flipped a small, almost unseen latch. Colin seemed ready for it so he pushed his hands under his thighs. Ginger saw and smiled. The music started again and she danced for a moment before she took off her top. She sat on his lap and he tried to keep his face away from her tits. "Don't worry," she said. "It's all good." She raised up and pressed them against his mouth. He chuckled and then kissed on them. While he did, she rubbed along the back of his coat. She pulled back and then started to thrash against him. Her breasts bounded onto his chest and then up into his face over and over again. While she did this, she kept touching and pulling on his jacket. She only felt his gun. Nothing else. She stood up and turned around. Her round ass was presented to him and she moved her legs and hips. She kept gyrating it and grinding her clad crotch down onto his lap. Her hands, of course, moved along his legs and reached around his waist. On his right side, she felt his wallet. On his left, attached to his belt, she felt his phone. Ginger backed away and said, "I want to see this." She knelt before him and started to undo his pants. She glanced up at him and he seemed confused. She unzipped them and the bulk of his shaft peeked through. She peeled the sides of the pants apart and the fully erect dick emerged. It must have stood seven-inches tall and it was a good girth, too, she thought. Her mouth fell open and she glanced at Blackbeard. He was smiling. In her bed, four years later, Rory clicked the vibrator on. She turned it side to side and said, "Fuck, yes." She closed her eyes and extended her tongue. It wrapped around the shaft and she straightened herself up so her mouth would be at the head. She opened up and engulfed the tip before sliding her lips down its length. Saliva poured onto her tongue and spilled around the cock. POP. Her mouth left it and she gasped. "Very nice." Colin said, "Thank you." Ginger flicked the tip with her tongue and then drove her face down it again. She felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her further than she really wanted to go, but she pushed herself. It got deeper and deeper than she expected. She made a horrible noise GAG and whipped her head off of him. A trail of spit hung between her lips and his cock. He was still smiling. She stood up and pulled her panties off. She put one knee on the couch and hovered her wet pussy above his glazed dick. She put her hand under his jaw and held his face still while she guided the tip into her lips. When she felt him in position, she lowered herself. Her chest fell forward and her eyes rolled back. The aching void she felt in between her legs over the last few minutes was finally filled. Warmth spread over her body and her left arm fell momentarily limp. Then she realized that he wasn't even fully inside of her. She lowered herself again and another inch entered her. AHHH! She gasped out loud. Then another inch. SHIT. Lastly, the final piece of his shaft passed her lips and she felt his pubic bone press in and up against her clit. "You like that?" he asked. While Ginger composed herself, she only nodded. She flicked her head to one side and her orange hair went to her left. She smiled and said, "Oh, yes." Her knees were now pressed into the cushion and he was slowly pushing his cock into her. She turned her ass out, making her pussy roll against him. Her spine curved elegantly convex against him and her tits were pushed forward into his face. He clutched them both and began licking her nipples. She reared up and sat down again and again. Rory rotated the vibrator against herself and unconsciously shook her head. She was so naïve then. She thought she had to use sex, literally, against everyone. Ginger leaned back and rested her hands on Colin's knees. It just so happened that his pants were down to there. Her fingers sidestepped around the belt while her pussy was entered so forcefully up above. When she gripped the phone, she groaned and threw herself forward toward him. Her hands and the phone ended up behind his head. She worried about the volume of her sound for a moment before he grabbed her waist and began pounding that huge cock into her harder than ever. OOF! UNGH! FUCK! She found it hard to focus but she managed to scroll through his phone. She memorized his number and his email addresses. She studied texts and addresses he visited with the maps app. Her tits were pressed into Rewder's face and he was nibbling and licking them the whole time. Ginger turned off the screen and paused. Her eyes closed and she just enjoyed that feeling. His long dick seemed to hit every one of her pleasure spots as it stormed into her vagina. It hit them again on its way out. SLAP. He gripped her ass hard and he sucked her nipples. Then he began to make noises. GRUNT! They escalated in both excitement and volume. She smiled and hushed him. He kept grunting, though. Then she realized she had to get his phone back on his pants. When it seemed as though he was ready to pop, she leapt off his lap and got down on her knees. She took the cock into her mouth and stroked his shaft with one hand. Her other arm was wrapped around his thigh with the phone held underneath. Colin leaned his head back while Ginger's mouth circled half his dick over and over again. She didn't care for the taste of her own pussy, not to mention a man's cum, but in the heat of the moment, it was all she could think to do. He gripped her hair and bit his lip. SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT. Three huge loads of white shot into the back of her throat. She pulled her head away and swallowed as quickly as she could. If she spat, it would have gone over her tongue and she would've tasted it. While Colin collapsed in his seat and moaned pleasurably, Ginger licked his shaft and clipped the phone onto his belt. BZZZZZZZ. Rory's vibrator was now on high and her pussy was sopping. Three fingers on one hand were pressed into herself so she could feel that pleasure of insertion. Her bare nipples sprung erect and her tits rose up. Her back arched and she felt the inside of her cunt quake. The electricity of her orgasm shot from her crotch and throughout her body. Her wet fingers fell from her and her thumb flipped off the vibrator. Her head was turned toward the wall. After a few moments of reverie, she reached down and pulled the covers up to her chin. She was asleep in moments. 4 – FILLING THE BLANKS The next morning, Rory got up and did her usual routine. She worked out in the gym for almost two hours and then showered. She made herself a big meal in the kitchen of the old Chinese restaurant. She replaced her batteries and set others up to recharge in the electronics supply store. She packed her Red Kick gear in a duffel bag, dressed in her regular clothes, got into her old Toyota Sienna and drove to work. As she did, she thought about that night with Colin. Yes, the sex was good. Yes, there was a payoff. She passed that information on to a detective and Rewder was caught redhanded. He served two years. But it weighed on her. She thought about it too much. She didn't feel emotionally invested in him at all, but she had sex with him … it was confusing and frustrating and she didn't need those kinds of distractions. She met him on the street four times after that, including last night. Each time, she worried that she might say or do something that would tip him off. It hadn't happened. Yet. Then Rory thought about the involvement of Colin with Frankie Kay. And "The Man." What did it mean? Her job at Foster & Jacobi could help. She was a part-time paralegal, after all. She rolled in at noon, like usual, while almost everyone was out to lunch. She searched the legal database for the latest on Kay and Rewder. There didn't seem to be a connection through old accomplices and old cases. She did her scut work for the next five hours and bowed out shortly after five. She had to make a stop before she went to Ben Dover's Gentleman's Club. She got a new address for Frankie Kay from the legal system and she wanted to check it out. Rory got her gear on and went to a loft on the outskirts of the industrial part of downtown. Red Kick climbed the fire escape as quietly as she could. She didn't like going out in the day time hours and she didn't very often. But she wanted to see if Kay used this place after all. She peered through the big windows on the fifth floor and she saw that he was there, indeed. It was furnished but barely so. Very spacious. Frankie was sitting on a couch while a nearly nude black woman knelt in front of him and sucked his cock. Her head bobbed up and down feverishly while he reclined with his hands folded under his neck. Red Kick squinted while she thought. He wasn't married. Why did he have a secret apartment? If Frankie wanted to get blown by some chick, he could do that just about anywhere. Was it racial? Was it because this woman was African-American? That didn't seem likely. She knew of several associates of Kay's who had black mistresses. Frankie made a move to sit up and the woman backed away. She tossed her head and her bound blonde hair fell over one shoulder. Red saw that she had small breasts but a large healthy ass. She saw all of Kay, too. He took off his shirt and pulled his pants the rest of the way down. Frankie wasn't unattractive. A little flabby, maybe. He pulled a bottle off the coffee table and opened the top. The woman held her hand out and he squirted out a heavy amount of whatever. Then he climbed back onto the couch. He faced away from her and gripped the back. He spread his legs and his ass was lifted high. The woman stood and and Red saw that she was slathering lube along a fairly large pink dildo. The black straps around her waist held it in place over her crotch. When she was ready, she put one foot on the cushion and aimed the tip of the cock into Frankie's ass. Red saw him speaking to her but she didn't hear anything. She removed a small box from her waist and broke it in half. She placed half against the glass and held the other piece against her ear. "… right? OK. Nice and slow." The woman was holding his waist with one hand and reaching down into her groin to steady the dildo. She leaned forward. "Ahhh," he said. He smiled widely and then he said, "C'mon." She eased her hips forward and simultaneously pulled his ass back. When her skin mashed against his, Frankie said, "Yes. That's the shit." "You ready for me to fuck you, daddy?" He giggled a little and then said, "Put a little more lube in there, babe." She picked up the bottle and GLOP. The clear goo fell into his crack and she spread it around with her fingers. "Alright," he began, "grab my ass, smack it around and fuck me 'til I cum." Red smiled and took another box from her waist. She pressed a button and a small circle irised open. She held it against the window and got ready to push the button again. The woman pulled her faux cock from his hole most of the way and then slammed into him. OOF. He grunted and flexed but she kept going. THUD, THUD, THUD. The dull sound of her flesh slapping his cheeks was pretty much all Red could hear through her device. "Fuck, yes!" Frankie said. CLICK. "You like this, daddy?" she said. She was angling her waist in different directions while still fucking him as hard as she could. "Oh, yes," he said, exhaustedly. SLAP. She smacked his ass over and over again. CLICK. She slowed her pace a bit and pulled the pink dick nearly all the way out of his ringpiece. Then SLAM she pounded it in. The whole couch rocked forward and Kay seemed both pained and pleased. She pulled back and did it again. CLICK. She eased back into a rhythm and drove the dildo into his ass again and again. Frankie's noises got louder and louder and, a few minutes later, he said, "I'm close! Reach around!" She laid herself on his back and her tits brushed his spine. She kept rocking his ass onto her cock with one hand while she reached under him and grabbed his hard prick. She moved her fingers all over it, up and down, over and over again. Rapidly. She had a good pace going and her timing with both the stroking and the fucking made Red think this wasn't her first time. CLICK. "Ohhh," Kay started. She slapped his ass again SMACK and sat up as much as she could to get her dick in him. She furiously jerked him and his back arched in such a way that it became difficult for her to keep hold of him. It didn't last long because his body quivered and sank and he roared out loud, "Fuuuccckkk! Shit, shit! Ahhhh!" PLOP, PLOP. Jizz shot onto the couch cushions and the woman slowed both her stroking and her fucking. Frankie leaned forward and pressed his face against the cool vinyl. The woman dismounted from him and sat on the arm of the couch while she caught her breath. She looked at the dildo and her fingers, wondering what to do about the mess. While that happened, Red lifted the large pane of glass and managed to snake herself inside. She stood on the sill and jumped to the hardwood floor. CLUNK. Frankie turned and sat up frantically. The woman just stared. "What the shit?!" he said. Red Kick didn't move. He looked around and held a pillow against his chest, oddly leaving his waning erection exposed. "I've heard about you. What do you want with me?" Kick took three long strides and stood beside the table. She put her hands on her hips and looked at the woman. "You can go." The woman's expression never left incredulousness. She glanced at Frankie and then walked down a hallway and closed a door. "What do you want with me?" Kay asked. Red looked at him and said, "Information." He scoffed. "About what?" "Colin Rewder. The Raider." His look of indignation dissolved. Red leaned forward. "I know you two have some sort of … arrangement these days." He shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." He stood up and the pillow finally slipped down to shield his crotch. "You can get the fuck out of my house now. Either the door or the way you fucking came in." Red smiled. "I think you'll answer me." She took a box from her waist and pressed a button. A screen lit up and an image of Frankie getting fucked appeared. She pressed the button a few extra times so he could see that she had four good, clear shots. Kay sat back down and SQUISH. The sound of lube and cum squeezing between his cheeks and thighs on the cushion caused him to look down and Red's eyebrows to raise. "I don't care what people do in their private lives, Frankie," she said. "As long as everyone's a consenting adult … wait, she's over eighteen, right?" His head whipped up, "Of course. I'm not a pervert." "Like I said," she continued, "I don't care." She knelt down to catch his eyes. "But I know friends of yours who would care." He dropped the pillow and lowered his face into his hands. "Please." Red felt bad for a moment. She didn't like resorting to blackmail. Then she remembered his rap sheet. Frankie had done far worse and gotten away with it. "Tell me what I want to know." Kay held his head up, laid back against the couch and blew a deep breath out over his lips. "Fine. I'll tell you everything." He cleared his throat and said, "I was given a box of money, cash, two months ago. It was one hundred thousand. I was told to hire someone …" "Told by who?" she interrupted. "It was in a letter. He called himself 'The Man.' I never spoke to him. Just notes and texts and stuff like that." Red nodded and he kept going, "Hire someone to secretly ship in at least ten thousand gallons of rubbing alcohol. I asked why he couldn't just buy it on Amazon and he told me there were restrictions on buying and shipping that amount. Who knew?" "Keep going." Frankie leaned forward and kept talking. "I did some research, found the rules about it all and got someone to fabricate some humanitarian aid request forms so we could get it direct from the company." "The Raider." "Exactly. It was his job to get his hands on the stuff and get it into my trucks. We drove the pallets to an old dock warehouse and left them inside. The next time we went there, the ones we left before were already gone. It's pier fourteen, in case you wanna look." And he stopped talking. "That's it?" Red asked. "Yeah. Our bit was done." He grinned a little and said, "The last truck was loaded last night after three weeks of late night shipping. You've already missed it." So she caught the tail end of the operation. Well, that part of the operation. "I see. Did 'The Man' ever say what the point of this was?" "No, I didn't ask. He gave me a box with a hundred large, I gave half to Raider, got the rubbing alcohol for free, paid our muscle and kept the rest. Why would we ask questions?" Red nodded. She took a step back toward the window and said, "I have no interest in outing you, Frankie." His head drooped. "Don't tell anyone I came around." "Don't worry." She stepped onto a bookcase and put a foot on the window sill. "If anything comes of your info, I'll make sure no one finds out where I got it." He nodded. "Yeah, thanks." She climbed out the window and returned to the fire escape. Frankie got up and started to clean the sofa. 5 – THE HONEYPOT Red Kick went to pier fourteen. It was an empty warehouse, just like Frankie said. The dust and dirt had been recently disturbed but there was no other sign of activity. No clues. Except … Her tracker. The little electronic strip was lying in the middle of the floor. It had been burned and no longer functioned. Somehow, they found it, maybe using a signal detector. Fearing a trap, she backed away and quickly left the pier. After her bit at Ben Dover's, Rory returned home and got her Chevelle. She put on the mask and drove back into the industrial section of town. Red Kick sat on the rooftop overlooking a warehouse party. It was after 1:00 and she expected things to be winding down soon enough. While she crouched and watched, she thought. Frankie Kay was link number one in the chain. Colin Rewder was number two. Kay didn't know about number three, but maybe number two would. To get to him, she'd need help. She needed Lacey Thom. The blonde armcandy of The Raider got out of jail hours after Kick bound her for Det. Walls. No charges filed. Rori was angry when she saw that on her computer at the law office but Red was glad of it now, hours later. People were leaving the party in clumps. Finally, she saw Lacey stumble away. Her exposed cleavage shone in the streetlight thanks to an excessive amount of glitter. Red Kick looked at her clothes and saw that they were the same she had been wearing the night before. Thom got onto a little scooter and it lurched away from the telephone pole where she had chained it up. It weaved and bobbed down the street. It left her lane and went into others. Red was concerned and got in her car to follow. She stayed back far enough to watch her and not be seen. After almost being hit by a truck, Kick thought about stopping her now but then the scooter veered off toward another warehouse and parked in some bushes. Red drove past and hid her car in the loading dock of a different warehouse on an adjacent street. By the time she got back to Lacey's scooter, she was nowhere to be seen. Kick looked in windows and finally found a partially opened door. It was pitch black inside and she pulled a tube from her utility garter and held it up to her eye. Nightvision kicked in and she saw the expansive room in a ghostly green glow. There were two bodies laying against the wall nearest her. She watched them for a moment and saw the side of one rise before the other snored loudly. Homeless. She walked slowly into the darkness and swept the monocular from to side to side. She saw another door and tested the knob. It was unlocked. When she opened it, she saw light coming from a window on the other side of the bay. She closed the door behind her and walked along the wall toward the steps. She looked up and realized that Lacey and Colin must have made their home in an old foreman's office or something. Her boots clicked on the metal stairs and she hurried her way to the door. Once she put away her scope, she moved her head to the window so she could look inside. The room was well-lit and seemed to be straight out of an Ikea catalog. Clean lines, bright colors, smooth design. Very nice. Nicer than Red's home. Music thumped inside and she saw Lacey twirl from a kitchen area across the floor. Slowly, Kick reached up and turned the knob. It opened. She stood, walked in and pushed the door shut behind her. She took a step onto the carpet and looked down a hallway. Lacey wasn't there. She took another step and tried to listen through the music. She heard nothing. Then a door opened and the woman danced into the corridor. She didn't see Red until she was already in the living room just a few feet from the intruder. "Oh, shit," she said. She was sweating profusely and her shirt was unbuttoned. Her eyes returned to their previous half-closed positions and she smiled. "What are you doing here?" "I have some questions." Lacey laughed. She took a step toward Red and said, "Oh, I don't know if I can answer anything." "What are you on?" She licked her lips and said, "Ecstasy. I'd give you some but I'm out." Red held up her hand and said, "That's alright." Lacey swallowed hard and took another step forward. She put a hand on Red's arm. Kick thought about backing away, but she didn't. "Wow. This feels amazing." She looked at her right in the mask and asked, "What's it made of?" "Don't worry about that." Red took her hand and guided her toward the chair nearby. "I need you to tell me what was going on at the warehouse last night." Lacey ran a hand into her hair and her mouth opened up. Her dry lips stuck together before she licked them. "It's hot in here, right?" "A little." Lacey pulled her shirt off and tossed it into another chair. Red glanced down at her tits. They were impressive and barely contained in the bra she wore. Thom reached up as Red looked and mashed one into the other and sighed. "You were at the warehouse last night," Lacey said. "Yes," Red answered. "And so were you." Thom nodded. Her nod became a sway in time to the music. She lifted her leg and started to tug on her short skirt. After a few moments, she pulled it down to her knees and then kicked it off. Kick was focusing on her face. "Yeah, I remember." Lacey touched her breasts again and then undid a strap from her shoulder. "Aren't you hot in that outfit?" Red didn't answer. Lacey pulled her bra off and threw it into the other chair. Red watched her press her tits together and trace the outlines of her large, dark areolas. When Thom pinched her nipples, she groaned and Red sat on the chair next to her She didn't know why she did that. Yes, Kick had been with women before. It wasn't very unusual in the exotic dancing industry, for sure. Yes, she was physically attracted to Lacey … but she just berated herself a while ago for giving in to her sexual desires when dealing with the "enemy" in the past. No. It wouldn't happen again. Thom leaned against the chair and raised her ass off the cushions. With a single thumb, she pulled down and removed her underwear. She then picked up a long cylinder from the endtable and flicked it on. BZZZZZ. "I'm going to get off," Lacey said, "and then we can talk." Red didn't move. She just watched. Thom propped one leg up onto the arm of the chair and spread her pussy open with one hand. Her other guided the shaking wand into her gash. Immediately, her shoulders quaked and her nipples became fully erect. "Fuck, yes," she said. She pressed the vibrator against her clit again and again she shook. Red Kick couldn't deny it. She was feeling turned on, too, so she backed away from Lacey while she pleasured herself. CLAWWW. Her fingernails raked across the fabric when the vibrator touched her again. Her chest heaved and her tits bounced. Her mouth was held open in a firm rictus and her breathing became more forced. Sweat rolled down her cheeks and over the curves of her breasts. Her hands shook and the edge of the device danced against the flesh of her engorged lips. She grunted and tried to lift it up but she couldn't. Her eyes opened and she looked at Red. "Help me," she said. Kick was unsure what she meant. Her drug-induced pleasure seemed so intense that she couldn't even bring a vibrator to her clit. Had she overdosed? Almost without thinking, Red was leaning over and holding Lacey's hand. She pushed it toward her crotch and the contoured tip moved around and around her button. "Oh, shit," Thom said. Her mouth hung open for a moment and then she looked at Red. She licked her lips, grabbed the back of Kick's head and pulled her down. Red didn't pull away. Later, she asked herself over and over again, why didn't she pull away? Lacey's tongue leapt into Red's mouth and she replied in kind. WRAP. One of Kick's legs fell over Lacey's and she pressed her hand against the bare slit. GRIND. "Fuck, your glove feels good down there." She kissed Red again and lowered her hand to her chest. Lacey's fingers brushed along the contours of the flexible corset-type garment and she pressed her palm against the constrained breasts. Red's tongue flicked more wildly in Lacey's mouth and the tingle of a touch on her tits made her wetter. "You have big boobs," Thom smiled. "I can tell." She smiled for a second until Red pushed the vibrator against her again. Lacey gasped and kissed her. Her hand left Kick's chest and explored south. Her hand rounded and cupped the clothed ass and then ventured under the thigh. She firmed her fingers and pressed them into her groin. Red sucked in a deep breath and then grabbed Lacey's tit. BZZZZZZ. The vibrator was cranked up and Lacey's body lurched. She hugged Red with a leg and arm and pulled her closer. She wanted to feel that suit against her skin. Kick bit her neck and then reached into her hair. She grabbed the blonde strands and pulled her head back. "Oh, fuck!" Lacey screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" FLICK, FLICK, FLICK. The woman went quiet as the buzzing tube pressed and ebbed in her wet folds. Her body rose and then fell. Red slowly pulled her hand from Thom's crotch and set the vibrator on the table. Lacey removed her hand from Red's body and stretched. Kick cleared her throat and said, "Now, Ms. Thom, will you tell me what I need to know?" "Doubtful." When Red looked back, she only saw the base of the falling lamp cover her vision. … When she awoke, Red Kick found that she couldn't see out of one eye. She looked around as best as she could and saw nothing but darkness. No, wait, there was some light. It seemed to come from the apartment above and it highlighted only some railings, some machinery and a dusty floor. When she pulled her arms, she realized they were tied above her head. When she tried to kick free, she realized they, too, were bound. Given the sound, chains were around her legs. Fuck me, Red thought. Again, she had let her base desires intrude on her work. She got away with it before. This time, though, it might kill her. "Hey, baby," she heard Lacey say. Red thought she was talking to her. She lifted her head to answer and she saw someone else standing with the young blonde. "Hello, my dear," he said. "What have you gotten for me?" It was Colin Rewder. How did he get out? He was charged with criminal trespass, weapons possession and more. Given his priors, he should have stayed inside until trial. "Ta-da!" Lacey said. Red saw her dance beneath her and motion up at her like some game show model. "Red Kick," Raider said. "How nice." "I took her mask off and had a look," Lacey said. Oh no! "I didn't recognize her so I put it back on. I thought you'd like a look for yourself." Red sighed a little in relief. If her mask came off, Colin might recognize her for sure. "In time, in time." Rewder stepped forward and looked at Kick for a second before he turned around, grabbed Lacey forcefully around the neck and kissed her. She grasped and clawed for some purchase on his clothes but he didn't let her find any. After a moment, he pulled away from her and said, "We'll have some fun with her first." WILL THE RED KICK BE UNMASKED? CAN SHE ESCAPE THE CLUTCHES OF THE RAIDER? WHAT 'FUN' DOES THE DASTARDLY PIRATE HAVE IN MIND? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING INSTALLMENT OF THE RED KICK! GET ISSUE #2 HERE! 99¢ GET ISSUE #3 HERE! 99¢ GET ISSUE #4 HERE! 99¢ GET ISSUE #5 HERE! 99¢ ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS & CONTACTS Thanks to my wife for going with me to a strip club on our tenth anniversary. That was awesome. Big ups to Club Velvet, too. (RIP) Check out ETY3.com for more books and information. Email: Sexcalation@gmail.com Twitter: @Sexcalation Blog: Sexcalation.blogspot.com Tumblr: Sexcalation.Tumblr.com (lots of naughty pics) Facebook: Facebook.com/Sexcalation Other erotica by Edward T. Yeatts III: Sexcalation Scifi books by Edward T. 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