Four Whores and Seven Years Ago
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
A genetically altered woman battles high-priced hookers.


This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real persons is only a figment of
your imaginations. Let's face it, we all wish these babes were real! Anyway,
they're not, so go take a nice cold shower.

BABES IN SPYLAND X:

FOUR WHORES AND SEVEN YEARS AGO

(c) 1999 Autolycus

Here's the deal: This is the story of a genetically altered female who is not
only a perfect physical specimen, but also has psychic abilities. She was
created by the US government to be the ultimate espionage agent, although her
creator/father, the late Dr. Smitrovich, didn't know that at the time. She was
seized by an ultra-secret anti-terrorist government agency, the Aegis Group,
and (ultimately, but against her will) trained in martial arts and other forms
of combat, although she refuses to kill anybody, which drives the head of the
AG, General Armitage Winsome, absolutely nuts. By the way, her name is Jessica
Chance and this is her encounter with a powerful lady pimp named Madame Daphne
Greene.

-,-'--@ For Jo @--'-,-

Jessica sat in the office of the Vice President of the United States, Dr.
Phoebe Norwood, and listened to her explain the reason for her being brought
back to Washington, DC. Surprisingly, it had nothing to do with the fact that
she had just saved the VP's sister, Darla Olson, from being kidnapped by air
pirates. That, it turned out, was just a happy coincidence as Dr. Norwood had
already sent members of the Secret Service to meet her in California before
she even learned of the kidnapping attempt. No, this was far more than a
simple "thank you" visit.

As Jessi listened to the VP, she realized for the first time what a striking
woman she was. Even though she was clearly in her late fifties, she was still
a very beautiful woman with reddish hair that was beginning to go gray at the
roots, bright, if somewhat tired, blue eyes, and a figure which still
contained enough curves to leave no doubt as to her gender, while containing
very little fat. Jessica had known that the VP, among her other causes, was a
champion of the importance of physical fitness, but until now, after actually
meeting her, she had had no idea just how dedicated she was to that idea.

"I really am grateful to you for saving Darla from those pirates, Ms. Chance,"
she began.

"Please, call me Jessica, Madame Vice President," Jessi said quickly.

The VP nodded. "Very well, Jessica, and, please, call me Dr. Norwood, or
Madame; there's no need to use my whole title," she replied with a gentle
laugh. "I'm kidding, Jessica. Please, by all means, call me Phoebe." Jessica
nodded and the VP continued, "I suppose I should start at the beginning, back
in '04 when Hemdale and I were first elected. You see, I was pretty excited
about that victory, seeing as how we had been so far down in the polls just
prior to the election, so I celebrated a lot more than usual that night.
Harvey, my husband, had gone back home after a few hours at the various
parties, but I'd stayed, going from one party to another with Linus, er,
President Hemdale."

She paused and looked into the green eyes of the redhead sitting across from
her before continuing. "Linus and I had an affair years ago, before I was
elected to the senate in 2000. It was silly and very brief, but it did serve
to unite us in a way which made us a very good team, politically speaking. We
trusted each other in a way which only two people who have been lovers *can*
trust each other, and, as a result, I think we made America a better place,"
she said, not looking for any approval; she was just stating the plain facts.
"Well, that night in '04, if I'd been smart, I would have stayed with Linus.
Instead, I found myself in the company of an intriguing woman named Daphne
Greene. She was a famous, or maybe I should say 'infamous,' Washington
socialite who had been around since the days of the old Clinton scandals back
in the 90's. Everyone knew she ran a very elite escort service for traveling
dignitaries, and those professional politicians who found themselves lonely
and far from home more often than you'd believe. She had a lot of friends, and
even, rumor had it, some enemies, but she was always invited to parties,
usually in the company of several of her 'girls.' As had been the case that
evening."

The VP looked up from her hands, at which she had been staring during the
entire last speech, and smiled. "Please, Phoebe, go on," Jessi urged.

She nodded and continued, "I'm not ashamed of what I'm about to tell you,
Jessica, but for reasons I think you can understand, it also can never become
public knowledge. I'm a lesbian. I realized it when I was much younger, but
coming from a family with a long and distinguished career in politics, I
denied it, even to myself, and went on to play the part of a 'normal,'
heterosexual young lady, even to the point of getting married and raising a
family. But the truth of who I really was never faded and, even while going
through the motions, that deep yearning I felt to be with a woman never left
me. Naturally, I never acted on it. To have done so would have been political
suicide and I had set my mind on becoming the first female President of the
United States, with some coaxing from my father, who, while disappointed he
never had any sons, saw the potential in me to accomplish that seemingly
impossible task. Besides, my sister Darla wasn't the least bit interested in
politics, so I was his only hope," she laughed.

"Still, because of an incident in college years earlier, the rumor of my
sexual orientation had been circulating around DC for years, and I suppose
that Daphne was aware of it. In hindsight, I'm sure she was. Anyway, all I
really remember is having a great deal to drink and then waking up in bed with
a beautiful woman who was passionately making love to me. I didn't resist.
After decades of denying my true self, it felt absolutely wonderful to feel
the caresses of another woman, and her kisses were like tasting ambrosia. I
vaguely recalled seeing her at the last party I'd been to, but I had no idea
at the time that she was one of Daphne's girls. And, to be quite honest, I
didn't really care. We made love for hours and then, after I'd fallen asleep
again, she must have left because I woke up alone. I quickly showered and got
dressed and then snuck to my own home and explained to Harvey that I'd fallen
asleep and spent the night with a friend--Who later backed up this lie. I wish
that had been the sole extent of my experimenting, but unfortunately, it
wasn't."

She took a long drink of water before continuing. "It was the following
summer, in '05, when Harvey and I had taken a much-needed, and long overdue,
vacation in the Bahamas that my one night stand would return to haunt me. One
evening, Harvey and I had a silly fight over something or other and he had
returned to our hotel room. I had remained at the bar, drinking myself into a
self-pitying stupor, when I saw her again, the woman I'd made love to the
night of our election. She looked more beautiful than before and it didn't
take much for her to coax me back to her room. We made love again, but this
time, we weren't alone. After about half an hour, we were joined by three
other women, whom Maya, that was the name of my lover, introduced as friends.
By this time I was too drunk to pay any attention to the warning bells going
off in my head and gladly encouraged them to join in the fun. As we made love
to each other, we also talked, or at least I did, and I told them things I'd
never told another living soul. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but when
I woke up in the morning, I was alone again. I never saw any of the women
again, but a few days ago I received a DVD from Daphne Greene containing a
recording of that night and a letter instructing me that she would be in touch
concerning her demands. And I don't think she's talking about money, Jessica.
In a few weeks, in all likelihood, I will be the President-elect of the United
States of America, and in a few months time, the most powerful person on the
planet. I think she has bigger things in mind than just money."

"I do, too," Jessica said, placing her hand on top of the VP's. "I suppose
beating her to the punch by revealing your secret to America is out of the
question?"

"Goddess, yes! Not only did I cheat on my husband, but I did it with four
women, and you can clearly me hear me telling them all about how I've longed
to do what we did for years," Phoebe explained. "While America might forgive
the adultery--And we've plenty of evidence to suspect they would just that--it
isn't ready to have a lesbian in the White House. I'm not even sure if it's
ready for a woman, period."

"We'll find that out in a couple of weeks, but I must sadly agree that America
is not ready for a lesbian in the White House," Jessica nodded. "However, I
meant that perhaps you should consider revealing the truth and then resigning,
or at least withdrawing from the ballot. That would not only remove any threat
Daphne presents, but also free you to explore the possibility of having a real
relationship with another woman."

"It would also deeply hurt Harvey and my children. I owe them more than the
pain this scandal would bring. Besides," she added, her blue eyes flashing
fiercely, "I will be a good president. I owe it to America to stay in this
thing to the bitter end, if necessary."

"Very well. What do you want me to do, Phoebe?" the redhead asked.

"I want you to infiltrate Daphne's inner circle and get the original of that
DVD she has and bring it to me. Also, to see what else you can find about Ms.
Greene's services--Like who else she is blackmailing--and bring evidence of
her crimes to me so we can put her away legally," the VP replied, anger
causing her voice to slightly crack. "She's far too dangerous to keep on a
leash any longer."

Jessica sat quietly for a moment before asking, "Why me, Phoebe? Surely, you
have dozens of female agents you could send on this mission. Why trust me with
this information?"

Phoebe chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip and then revealed, "I knew Dr.
Smitrovich, we went to the same medical school. He was a good man, Jessica,
and my friend. I know that General Winsome has done his best to pervert you,
his creation, his daughter, in many ways, into one of his pawns, but I also
know that you've held true to those ideals Mikhail instilled in you. I trust
you to do what's best for America, just as he always tried to do."

Jessica nodded and said, "I'll do my best to retrieve the information you've
requested, and to live up to your expectations. I'll be in touch, Madame Vice
President." She then stood and saluted.

Dr. Norwood, however, stood and then suddenly pulled her into a surprising
embrace, whispering, "Be careful, Jessica."

The redhead had the distinct impression that she was about to say something
else, but instead stepped back and returned the initial salute. Not wishing to
press the matter--And, even if she'd wanted to, since the entire building was
blanketed in the frequency which dampened her enhanced mental abilities, she
couldn't have read her mind--Jessi lowered her hand and left the room.

* * * * *

When she walked into a trendy DC bar a few nights later, after having viewed
the DVD and discovered all she could about Maya and the other three
women--Who, it turned out, were what Daphne called her T&A Team--Jessica was
sporting not only a new wardrobe, but a new hairstyle as well. Gone were the
long locks of gently curving red hair and in their place was a very cute, and
very in-style, modified pixie-cut which was longer on the left side than the
right and tinted with very deliberate black and white streaks. Her outfit was
a skin-hugging mosaic of color, with the left arm and right leg missing. Her
blue eyes were shielded by lightly shaded glasses and her lips and nails were
painted a black so dark and metallic it didn't so much reflect light as simply
absorb it.

As her inquiries had suggested, Maya was here.

Jessi was instantly struck by how much she'd changed in the past seven years,
and by how much she hadn't. She was still an exotic beauty, with long hair
that hung in kinky ringlets to the small of her back--A look that was
definitely passe, Jessi knew, and quite different from her shorter, wilder
hair of '05--and deep brown eyes that invited men and women to lose themselves
in their depths. But the redhead also saw the weariness beneath the masque.
The way her fingers intertwined in an annoyed fashion whenever she was
approached and the manner in which her full, desirable lips instantly locked
into a forced, mirthless smile.

Maya was bored. Jessica knew that without even bothering to read her mind. She
was tired of Daphne and the whole sordid mess and she just wanted to make
enough money to retire to an island somewhere and possibly never have sex
again. Except that, almost as badly, Jessica learned digging deeper into her
subconscious, she wanted to once more experience the thrill which she had
known in her youth. The simple joy of pleasing another. The excitement of not
being in control.

The dignitaries and other VIP's which she and her T&A teammates exclusively
serviced bored her. They all wanted the same thing: Fantasy. No one wanted
reality anymore. And, with the recent advances in cyber technology, very few
people were satisfied with partners of mere flesh and blood. Why should they
be when cyber-sluts of both sexes were waiting to fulfill their every whim, no
matter how depraved or innocent.

Maya was a bright woman. She knew that Daphne and the way of life she
represented were practically extinct. But she was also fully aware that
because she and other whores of flesh and blood were becoming so rare, their
value to those who desired such partners was increased. She had to chuckle at
the thought that her impending obscurity was what made her so valuable.

"Buy a girl a drink?" Jessi asked, sliding onto the seat next to the older
woman.

Maya nearly choked on her own drink. Then, taking a good look at the newcomer,
she shrugged and said, "Why not. What are you drinking...?"

"I'm Jessi, but everyone calls me JJ," the redhead replied. "And I'm drinking
Scotch and Pepsi, but I'm looking for a screaming orgasm."

Maya grinned and ordered her a Scotch and cola. "You're a forward little
thing, aren't you?" she observed, sipping at her own bulldog.

"I know what I want," Jessica nodded.

"Oh? And what do you want?" Maya asked, amused.

"You."

"Me?" she coughed.

"You. I want your tongue up inside me and your hands all over my body,
petting, pinching, caressing, and stroking it into absolute ecstasy," she said
softly. She drained the glass the bartender set in front of her with a single
motion. "And I want it to happen now."

Maya licked her tongue across her upper teeth and nodded. "Okay, JJ. Come with
me, my place isn't too far from here," she said, finishing her own drink with
a quick gulp.

* * * * *

"You live in a hotel?" Jessi mused as the pair of women walked into a rather
infamous DC establishment.

"Let's just say I have a standing reservation here, sweets," Maya replied,
nodding to the doorman holding the door open for them.

They proceeded directly to the elevator and rode it to one of the upper
floors.

Almost.

Halfway up, JJ suddenly hit the emergency STOP button and pulled Maya into
her, planting a deep wet kiss on her surprised, but definitely delighted,
lips. As the redhead's hands roamed all over her body, cupping both breasts
and ass cheeks and playfully squeezing them, the brunette panted, "I've always
wanted to make love in this elevator."

"I know," Jessi breathed, smiling impishly, gently forcing the older woman to
her back and proceeding to remove her clothing, even as she slid out of her
own outfit. Maya teasingly looped her legs around Jessica's middle as the
younger woman leaned over her and squeezed her luscious thighs together. "Oh,
so you like to play, huh?" Maya nodded and squeezed harder, locking her ankles
together and reaching up and placing both hands on Jessi's exposed breasts,
pinching the hard pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and drawing
a squeal from her.

"I like to play real rough," Maya grinned, suddenly digging her nails into the
redhead's tits and pulling her down on top of her.

Jessica braced herself with one arm and slid her other hand up between Maya's
legs even as she began to lovingly nuzzle the other woman's breasts, biting
and sucking on them with equal intensity. Then, she slid down her naked body,
dipping her tongue into the ringed navel before reaching the quivering,
moistened pussy. By continuing to read Maya's mind, as she'd been doing since
seeing her in the bar, Jessica was able to fulfill every one of her desires as
quickly as it crystalized as a definite thought.

For her part, Maya was enjoying the most incredible sexual experience of her
lengthy and varied career. Just when she was about to suggest something, JJ
did it. The girl was amazingly intuitive, the older woman thought as she was
skillfully brought to a shuddering climax.

Then, before she could say a word, Jessi expertly fingered and licked and
teased and caressed her right into another orgasm. And another. And another.
Every time she thought her body couldn't experience any more pleasure, the
girl cajoled it into an as yet unexplored region of desire.

Finally, Maya lay on the floor of the elevator, absolutely drenched in her
sweat and bodily juices, utterly exhausted, watching with growing sadness as
JJ stood up and put her clothes back on.

"Don't worry, Maya, the night is just beginning and I still intend to get that
screaming orgasm," the redhead smiled, licking the jizz from her lips and
casually leaning her elbow against the STOP button, restarting the elevator.

By the time it had stopped, Maya had stood up and gathered her clothes, but
didn't bother actually putting them on and strode past the shocked couple
waiting to enter the elevator without a second glance. Jessica giggled at the
pair's discomfort and followed the brunette to her suite.

Upon opening the door, Maya immediately disappeared into the bathroom while
Jessi walked around, whistling appreciatively, and made her way to the bar and
fixed them both a drink.

"Nice digs," she commented, handing Maya a glass with ice and whiskey in it.
"You must have banged a lot of fossils to be able to afford this place."

Maya almost dropped her drink.

"Yeah, I know you're a pro," Jessi confirmed, narrowing her eyes as she took a
long drink. "Why do you think I came on to you? Because you were the most
beautiful woman in the bar?" She laughed scornfully. "Hardly."

"What do you really want?" Maya asked coldly, setting her glass on the bar and
folding her arms across her naked breasts.

"I want what you've got, lady. I want to fuck the big time for the big money.
I'm tired of spreading my legs for chump change. I'm Prime Cut US Grade A Beef
and I'm being wasted on people who think Mickey D's is gourmet cooking," she
snarled, draining her glass and fixing herself another drink. She looked
around the suite as she mixed it with her index finger. "I want to live in a
place like this, too. And associate with a better class of people, like you
and your friends. And," she added, licking the finger clean and then running
it along Maya's scowling lips, "I do want that screaming orgasm you promised
me."

Maya shook her head and chuckled. "You've got some nerve, I'll give you that
much. Am I to understand, then, that the elevator was some sort of audition?"
she asked, lowering her arms and picking up her drink.

"Something like that..." Jessi nodded, moving closer and running her
fingertips lightly across the older woman's back and upper neck. "How'd I do?"

"If it were up to me, I'd hire you in a heartbeat," Maya growled, ripping
Jessi's outfit off with a quick jerk. She let her eyes wander over the taut
body and gazed with undisguised lust at the red bush and the precious treasure
it partially concealed.

"But...?" Jessica prompted, casually fingering her own pussy.

"It's not up to me, strictly speaking," she confessed.

"But you do have some influence, don't you?" she inquired, removing her
fingers and waving them in front of Maya's face. "Don't you?" she repeated.
Maya nodded and opened her mouth. "Just introduce me to your boss. I'll do the
rest." She then allowed the brunette to take her slick fingers in her mouth.
"Deal?" Maya nodded as she sucked on the fingers. "Good girl. Now let's see
what the bedroom looks like and you can give me what else I came here for."

* * * * *

The next morning Jessica and Maya made their way to the swank offices of Coeur
de Zain, Inc., the legitimate front for Daphne's prostitution ring. As far as
the general public, and the IRS, was concerned, Coeur de Zain, Inc. was
nothing more than a small publishing firm, specializing in steamy lesbian
romance novels which it produced both in standard disc format and on the
internet itself. The sales were modest enough to avoid drawing suspicion, and
great enough to justify the lush office. An attractive, if slightly mousy,
blonde receptionist looked up when they entered and nodded at Maya.

"Who's your new friend?" the woman asked, licking her tongue across her upper
teeth as she gave Jessica the once-over.

"Lois, this is JJ, someone I think Daphne will be very interested in meeting,"
the older woman replied.

"I don't doubt it," Lois nodded. "But Daphne is out of town for a few days, so
she'll just have to settle for meeting the rest of the girls." The blonde
apparently flipped a hidden switch and a buzzer sounded. Then, a panel swung
open, revealing a concealed hallway. "See ya later."

At the end of the short hall, they opened a door and Jessica found herself in
something out of a 19th century novel. A huge salon, decorated in red velvet
wallpaper, chairs, and carpeting, filled with a dozen beautiful women wearing
lace teddies and garters lay beyond the corridor.

"Hi, Maya," several of the women called out as the older woman led the redhead
straight towards a circular staircase without even acknowledging the
greetings.

"Who are they?" Jessica asked as she and Maya made their way up the staircase.

"B-girls. My friends and I don't associate with them," she replied, continuing
to stride up the stairs.

"The second-stringers, huh?" Jessica mused, wondering what the first string
would be like.

"No. B stands for blowjob. They service Daphne's male clientele base," Maya
explained as the pair reached the landing.

There, seated on plush divans and chairs of animal hide were half a dozen
women in attire more like that worn by the streetwalkers of the 20th century.
"Hi, Maya," they all said. This time, however, Maya returned the greetings and
even paused to briefly speak with, and, in the case of a tall, leggy brunette,
kiss them before leading Jessica down a hall to an unmarked door.

"Those were the second-stringers," Maya informed her as she opened the door by
punching a complicated code into a keypad. "We call them the Wannabe T&A
Team."

"I can't wait to meet the first string," Jessica remarked.

Maya just smiled and stepped into the next room and the redhead followed,
unsure exactly what to expect.

This room looked like something out of Ancient Rome, with fluted columns and
simple, yet elegant, gold couches. A marble pool beckoned as well as tables
laden with fruits, wines, and meats of all kinds. Lying on one of the couches
was a black woman with short, tightly wound cornrows. She was naked and in the
midst of furious masturbation, using a bright yellow banana to stimulate her
nether regions. A woman with ash-blonde hair was swimming in the pool, and a
busty brunette was lounging on a pile of pillows, casually eating the grapes
being offered her by a serving girl in a white toga.

Jessica immediately recognized these three as the other women in Vice
President Norwood's DVD. The black woman was Khadijah, the blonde was Heather,
and the brunette, the leader of the group, was Tasha.

"Oooh, new blood?" asked the blonde with a squeal in her voice, emerging from
the pool. She stood about 5' 6" and had a well-formed, if slightly heavy body.
Her breasts were average in size but they reminded Jessi of Kendra's, as they,
too, were perfectly round. She accepted a towel from another serving girl
dressed in a white toga and began to lightly sponge the water from her
glistening figure.

"I think so," Maya replied, casually slipping out of her outfit and handing
her clothes to yet another serving girl. "But like I told JJ here, it ain't up
to me."

The black woman moaned loudly and then her whole body shuddered as she
climaxed and then lay panting on the couch, letting the bruised fruit slide
from her fingers. She opened her deep brown eyes and nodded. "She looks good
enough," she smiled. She was around 5' 4" with big, full tits and wide hips
which supported a generous ass. Her stomach had a bit of a paunch to it, but
she wasn't fat.

Finally, the brunette lazily got up off the couch and sauntered over to where
Jessica still stood by the door. "Take your clothes off, girl, and let's have
a look at you," she instructed. Her voice had the haughty air of a New
Englander. Jessica immediately did as she'd been told and handed her clothes
to the same serving girl who'd taken Maya's things. "She's a bit on the thin
side..." Tasha observed, walking around her. The brunette had bright blue eyes
and a large, firm set of breasts which rode high on her chest, keeping her
taut stomach in a perpetual shadow. She was just over 5' 7" and was definitely
the most physically fit of the quartet.

"Oh, just wait until you experience her, Tash," Maya said excitedly. "She does
the most amazing things with her tongue."

Tasha arched one eyebrow thoughtfully. "Really?"

"Hey!" Jessica said suddenly. "I'm not a piece of meat up for sale. I came
here to make some money. If I can't work with you, I'll go somewhere else."
The redhead looked around for the serving girl who had taken her clothes, but
there was no sign of her.

"Stupid girl, there is nowhere else, and you know it," Tasha sneered, grabbing
a handful of her ass and squeezing it painfully. "Stop trying to bluff your
way into our group...the same way you bluffed your way in here," she added,
glancing at Maya meaningfully.

"I'm not bluffing, bitch," Jessi snarled, slapping the hand away from her rear
end and whirling to face the older woman. "Test me. I'll take all three of you
over-the-hill cunts at once, if you want."

"Now, now, no need to get all hot and bothered over nothing, dear," Tasha said
soothingly. "And, as tempting as your offer is, we have another method for
testing new recruits..."

Khadijah, Heather, and Maya all grinned. "A Climax Contest," they said as one.

"What's that?" Jessi asked suspiciously.

"Do you wrestle?" Tasha asked, clapping her hands sharply two times. A panel
immediately slid over the pool and the serving girls rushed to lay down padded
mats on top of it.

"I've been in a couple of fights in my time," Jessi replied, not untruthfully.

"I'm not talking about streetfights or catfights, honey--Although I'm sure
you've had your fair share of both," the brunette said disdainfully. "I'm
talking about wrestling. No punching, biting, kicking, or elbowing. Just
straight wrestling. Ever done it?" Jessica shook her head as all five women
made their way over to the mats. "I didn't think so. Well, this will be a
wrestling match, with one exception: Pins don't mean shit. The first woman to
lose control and climax is the loser. Think you can handle it?"

"I'm game," Jessi nodded, grinning.

"This is more than a simple physical contest, sweet thing," Heather cautioned,
crouching on all fours in the center of the matted area. "It's about
self-discipline and staying in charge of the situation."

"We deal with powerful women all the time, sugar," Khadijah added, as she and
the other two women sat down at the edge of the mats on some pillows which the
serving girls provided. "If we lose it, for even a second, the customer senses
it, and then they're in charge."

"And, let me tell you, JJ, that's when bad things can happen," Maya said,
nodding her head.

"You should know," Jessi smirked. "And you should be grateful I needed you to
get here or you might have got your throat cut and been robbed."

Maya's face flushed with anger and shame.

"We'll deal with that later," Tasha promised, staring daggers at her
associate. "Right now, let's stick to the business at hand. You can begin at
any time, but I caution both of you--Especially you, JJ--that if anyone gets
hurt or bruised and is unable to work, whoever is responsible will pay a heavy
fine, and take their place. In this case, the fine and the customer would be
assumed by Maya, since JJ is her recruit."

Maya nodded and Jessi grinned like a wolf in a sheep fold.

"Of course, if you do injure any of us, and it's deemed to be on purpose, we
shall simply kill you," Tasha concluded, gesturing to where the serving girls
stood to one side, armed with semi-automatic pistols.

"You gals play rough," Jessi observed. "I like it."

"Time to stop chatting and start fighting," Heather announced, pulling Jessi
down to the mat and wrapping her legs around the redhead's middle. She applied
just enough pressure to cause Jessica discomfort, and then she reached out and
grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Jessi in close, rubbing her nipples in
her face.

Jessica concentrated and looked inside the blonde's mind to discover what
turned her on the most. She was surprised to find a lot of male images
sprinkled liberally throughout the females, but she quickly found they were
just leftovers from days gone by.

Jessica suddenly took one of the nipples in her mouth and began to suck on it.
At the same time, she snaked her arms around Heather's waist and began to
fondle her ass, grabbing and pulling at the fatty tissue and spreading her
anus as wide as it would go.

The blonde began to moan with delight as Jessi moved to the other nipple, and
her legs went slack, releasing her hold on the redhead. Jessica quickly rolled
the older woman beneath her and brought her knee up and forced it into the
waiting asshole as far as she could. Then, she brought her hands around in
front and began stroking the blonde pubic hair and the exposed clitoris with
delicate, circular movements.

"Come on, Heather!" cried Khadijah, pounding the mat. "At least fight back!"

But Heather was doing all she could not to explode, although she did feebly
began to caress Jessica's conical breasts.

Then, with a howl and a shudder that went through her entire body like an
electric current, she climaxed.

"That was a disappointing performance," Tasha scowled as the weary blonde lay
gasping for breath with a dopey smile on her face. "I hope you'll do better,
Khadijah."

"I will," the Black assured her, crawling out to where Heather had been before
the serving girls dragged her to the side.

This time, though, it was Jessica who made the first move, diving at the older
woman and wiggling beneath her and then rising to her knees and flipping the
Black over onto her back. Jessica quickly rolled backwards so that her ass
landed right on Khadijah's face. The redhead then grabbed both her wrists and
leaned forward, rubbing her chest against that of the other woman.

But something was wrong. Instead of enjoying this, as Jessi had read she
would, she was getting angry. Jessi suddenly realized that it wasn't Khadijah
who wanted her face sat on, rather, she wanted to sit on her opponent's face.

Jessica pretended to lose her grip on the black woman's wrists and then
allowed herself to be pushed off her face backwards.

"Now, you little bitch, we'll see how you like it!" Khadijah grinned, sitting
up and spinning around and then scooting herself onto Jessi's face. When the
redhead began to struggle, she grabbed her arms and held them as she bounced
up and down. "Quit fighting it, babe. It's all over." She then forced Jessi's
arms beneath her knees and proceeded to fondle the younger woman's breasts for
a bit before moving her hands down to the red thatch of pubic hair.

But just as her fingers reached the redhead's nether lips, she felt Jessi's
tongue slip up and inside her. As her own pussy was expertly feathered into
ecstasy, she forgot all about doing the same to Jessi.

"Get off her face, you idiot!" hissed Tasha, but it was too late.

Even though Khadijah did regain enough presence of mind from the warning to
resume her own petting, it wasn't in time to save her from her own body's
surrender.

"I don't expect you'll do much better, given the circumstances of her arrival
here," Tasha remarked to Maya.

"I know her a bit better than you all do," the auburn haired woman reminded
her. "That gives me a slight edge."

"Let's hope so," the brunette scowled as Maya crawled towards where Jessica
sat on her haunches, waiting with a bored look on her comely face.

Jessi knew what Maya wanted, what turned her on, but she wasn't sure how to go
about making that happen in the limited forum of the Climax Contest. How can
you make a staged event like this real?

Maya surprised her by driving her head into Jessi's belly, knocking the
redhead to her back and slightly winding her. The older woman quickly pressed
her advantage and slithered up Jessi's body, her large breasts rubbing
enticingly against every inch of the redhead's prone form along the way. Then,
as she nuzzled her neck, her fingers dove inside Jessica, causing all the
moisture in her body to suddenly congregate between her legs. "You know you
want to come, JJ," Maya whispered, licking her chin. The fingers of her other
hand caressed the exposed clitoris, causing Jessi to bite her lip in response.
"Good girl. Just relax and let it happen, baby."

Then, before she realized what was happening, the realness of the situation
struck her and Maya began to squirm as she was suddenly turned on like never
before.

"Make me feel it," Jessi panted, running her fingers through Maya's hair.
"Make it happen, Maya. Take me. I'm yours."

That was too much. Though she fought against it as much as she could, her body
and mind united to betray her and she felt herself shudder and release and
then she collapsed on top of the younger woman.

"That was pretty sneaky," she sighed, gasping for breath.

Jessi just smiled and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Pathetic. I guess it's up to me, as usual," Tasha growled, crawling towards
Jessica as Maya was dragged from the mat.

Jessica quickly scanned the brunette's mind and shuddered at the images of
violence and pain she found there. But unlike most dominatrixes, Tasha did not
want to be dominated. At all. She liked it when her partners, read "slaves,"
struggled, but she had derived no pleasure the few times they had successfully
resisted her and rebelled. She liked being in control. It was almost better
than inflicting pain. Which in itself was almost better than sex.

"Not so fast, babe," Jessica said, standing up as the other woman got close.
"I need a break. I've beat all your pals, the least you could do is let me
have a drink." To ensure that Tasha refused the request, Jessi kicked out and
tagged her on the breast. "So, back off and have one of those bitches bring me
something cold."

Enraged that someone would dare to not only challenge her authority, but
actually kick her in the tit besides, Tasha reached up and grabbed Jessi by
the pubic hair and yanked her down to the mat. "You drink when I say you can
drink, red! And you fight when I say you fight. And, right now I say you
fight!" she growled, leveling a punch at Jessica's bosom and knocking her to
her back.

"You want it rough, ice queen? You got it rough. I hope you can handle it,"
Jessica smirked, sitting up and rubbing her groin. She sprang forward, but did
so too low on purpose, allowing Tasha to force her to the mat on her stomach.

The brunette quickly straddled her foe and began to mercilessly spank her with
sharp slaps on the fat of her ass. "The question is, can you handle it?" she
chuckled, flipping the redhead over and landing a couple of hard blows to her
gut and tits.

"Hey, watch those punches," scolded Heather from the sidelines.

"Punch away, bitch," Jessica snarled beneath her. "But just remember that you
broke the rules first."

"My, my, my, that sounds like you think you're going to get a chance to break
them in turn," Tasha mocked, punching her several more times deep into her
belly.

"Count on it, babe!" Jessica gasped.

"I don't think so," the brunette grinned, leaning forward and smothering the
redhead with her melons. "Time to take the rest of the fight out of you, so
you'll be in no condition to resist my attentions."

Jessi struggled just enough to convince Tasha that she was trying to escape.
Meanwhile, she began to rhythmically rub the back of her thighs against the
brunette's bottom and cautiously worked her arms between Tasha's legs so that
her fingers could begin their magic.

But when Tasha realized what was happening, she got so angry that she sat up
and slapped Jessi across the face as hard as she could. "Oh, no, you don't,
you little slut! I know what you're up to, and it isn't going to work. Not on
me!" she growled, slapping her again.

"Don't be too sure!" Jessi sneered.

Furious, Tasha flipped around and planted her ass directly on Jessica's
throat. She then grabbed her arms and secured them beneath her knees. "Now,
you skanky twat, you can struggle all you want," she smiled, punching first
the inviting breasts and then the heaving gut, over and over and over and
over...

Suddenly, and without quite realizing it was happening until it was far too
late to stop, she climaxed. Not once, but several times in rapid succession,
like mini fireworks going off inside her body. Exhausted, and more satisfied
than she'd been in years, she rolled off of Jessica and sighed. "Okay, you're
in. Welcome to the T&A Team, JJ," she panted.

"Thanks," Jessi replied, slowly sitting up. "But don't think I wasn't serious
about paying you back."

"You're welcome to try...another day," Tasha added wearily.

"Count on it," the redhead promised.

* * * * *

The rest of the day had been spent lounging around and getting to know the
other four members of the team, in varying degrees of intimacy. The black
woman didn't want anything to do with the redhead, but the blonde was
extremely eager to get better acquainted. Maya was obviously still smarting
from both her humiliations at the younger woman's hands, while Tasha resented
the newcomer for entirely different reasons.

The leader of the T&A's didn't like that anyone could have read her so
accurately. She tended not to trust people like that; it was too hard to read
them more often than not. But JJ had passed the test which she had set forth
and so she had no choice but to admit the girl into their group, pending
Daphne's final approval, of course.

Tasha intended to use the next two days to determine whether she would advise
the madam to approve her entry, or whether she should see to it that the
redhead became just another statistic in the murder capital of the world.

* * * * *

When Jessica arrived at the office the next morning, after spending most of
the night with Heather, Lois greeted her with a smile and immediately buzzed
her in. She walked past the B Girls, ignoring them as befitted a member of the
T&A's, and made her way up to the second floor. There, she briefly chatted
with some of the Wannabes before entering the Romanesque quarters.

Tasha was the only one present.

"Ah, just the person I wanted to see," the brunette smiled unpleasantly.

"Really?" Jessi questioned. "Why is that?"

"We've a bit of a situation. One of our regulars has turned up unexpectedly
and she's specifically requested someone new," Tasha explained, but not too
convincingly. "Seems she's grown tired of the four of us."

"Imagine that," Jessi sneered, folding her arms across her chest.

Tasha ignored the dig. "Yes, and, since she's a very valuable client, if you
catch my drift, we'd hate to disappoint her. Here's the address. She'll be
expecting you at noon. Wear something provocative. She likes tarts," the
brunette said, handing her a slip of paper.

"Any special instructions?" Jessi asked nonchalantly, stuffing the paper in
her bosom.

"Just make sure she's satisfied," Tasha smiled.

"No worries on that score," Jessi promised, nevertheless troubled by the
dark-haired woman's smile.

* * * * *

Jessica had barely entered and had a look around the plush hotel room, the
address of which had been on the slip of the paper, when there was a knock on
the door. She opened it and was startled to see a large man in his
mid-thirties standing there.

"Can I help you?" she asked, confused.

"You certainly can," he replied with a predatory going over of her figure as
he shouldered his way past her and into the room. Nodding with appreciation at
her black teddy, garters, and fishnet stockings, he began to remove his dark
suit. "You Americans," he chuckled, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his
shirt, "I never fail to marvel at the opulence of your society."

She slowly closed the door. "Who are you?" she asked with growing alarm that
she'd been tricked by the brunette.

"I am Vasily Karpotov, Attache to the Russian Ambassador," he replied with a
slight Slavic accent.

"Jarisinova Balfallovich?" Jessica inquired.

"Da. She told me that I could take her place, as reward for some trifling
service I performed for her recently," he shrugged, letting his shorts drop to
the floor and exposing his erect member.

"Did she inform my supervisors that you would be taking her place?" Jessi
asked, making no move to undress herself.

"Da. She phoned this morning to make the arrangements. Now, no more talk. Take
off your clothes and pleasure me," he said gruffly, folding his arms across
his barrel-like chest. He wasn't unattractive, with thick dark hair that
curled around his chin in a bushy beard and bright blue eyes. He was in
relatively good shape and his penis was anything but inadequate. He had a
certain shiftiness about his eyes, however, that made him appear somewhat
threatening. During the last century, when the Cold War was in full swing, she
had no doubt he would have been a spy. But in this day and age, when peace was
the norm, officially at least, he was simply a glorified secretary.

"I think there's been a mistake, sir," she began, heading toward the phone.

"No mistake, whore!" he snarled, striking her across the face and sending her
sprawling on the bed. "You will please me, dyevushka, one way or the other."
He forced her face into the thick comforter and began to climb on top of her.

When she felt his staff entering her from behind, visions of Horst violating
her flooded her inner eye and she lashed out in the only way she could: With
her mind.

Vasily simply collapsed, his body going limp and dropping onto her without a
sound.

She struggled out from under him and scowled, raising her fist as if to strike
him. But then, shaking her head, she lowered her hand and instead concentrated
on his unconscious mind, searching it until she discovered his most intimate
fantasies. Then, as distasteful as she found it, she brought them all to vivid
life, in his memories.

The unpleasant business done--And she could barely keep from throwing up at
the idea of some of the things he would "remember" them doing--she stripped
and took a long, hot shower, scrubbing her body as ferociously as if it had
experienced what he would recall upon waking, and fervently wishing she could
wash the stench of his sweat from their sweaty encounter from her soul as
easily as the water cleansed her skin.

Then, she dried off and reluctantly crawled onto the bed next to him and sent
a wake-up call to his brain.

The Russian slowly opened his eyes and looked over at her. "That was amazing,"
he grinned, his mustache fluffing up as his lips spread. "I can see why Madame
Balfallovich speaks so highly of your talents, Miss Tasha."

Jessica gritted her teeth, but did not correct the man as he sat up and got
dressed. When he had finished, he removed his wallet and handed her several
large bills.

"I realize it's not customary for clients such as myself to tip, but given the
incredibly satisfying experience...Well..." his words trailed off and he laid
the bills on the bed next to her. "I look forward to seeing you again
sometime."

Jessica merely smiled and picked up the gratuity.

"A woman of few words. I like that," he smirked, adjusting his tie. "Do
zvidaniya, miss." He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Jessica angry,
but pleased nonetheless that she'd passed Tasha's "test."

* * * * *

After a taxi ride, which had done little to calm her down, Jessica stormed
into the T&A quarters and stalked right up to Tasha, who was lounging on one
of the golden couches as a serving girl fed her fruit as she spoke on a tiny
cellular phone. The redhead slapped the phone away contemptuously and snarled,
"What the fuck was that shit!?"

Unperturbed, the brunette glanced up at her with bored blue eyes and sighed.
"Just a misunderstanding, dear. Nothing to get all hot and sweaty over," she
chuckled. "Besides, I just spoke with Madame Balfallovich and she is very
pleased. So pleased, she wants a session with you herself. Tonight."

"Fuck you! And fuck her!" Jessi spat. "You wouldn't treat them like this!" She
gestured toward the other three women, who were watching curiously from the
pool.

"Don't be too sure," shrugged Tasha.

"What are you talking about?" JJ demanded.

"Ask them," the brunette replied.

"It's true, JJ," said Heather, nodding. "All of us had a similar experience
before we were officially accepted in the T&A's."

The other two women nodded as they climbed from the pool and approached the
angry young woman.

"There? You see, all part of the initiation process, darling," Tasha purred as
the redhead was surrounded and comforted. "Don't make the mistake of thinking
I enjoyed tricking you like that. I simply had to see how you would handle the
unexpected. Unfortunately, that's rather common in our business, as our
clients are often called away without warning and routinely reward their
subordinates, just as often male as female, with our services. Besides, as I
said, you made a valued client very happy. And that's always a good thing."
But Jessica could sense the resentment behind the smiling facade and knew the
brunette was far from happy about her not only having passed the test, but
doing so so completely that one of her regulars was intrigued enought to
request a session with the newcomer.

"No hard feelings, then," shrugged Jessica as the other women began to undress
her.

"Who's up for a five-way?" asked Khadijah with a toothy grin.

The women, including Tasha, all laughed and moved over to a pile of fluffy
pillows and began fondling and kissing each other, although Jessica noticed
that the brunette leader kept her distance as much as possible.

* * * * *

When Jessica arrived at the hotel room, the same one as that afternoon, she
discovered that her client was already there. Jarisinova Balfallovich was a
typical Russian woman, heavyset and grim looking, with dark, straight hair and
black, bead-like eyes. Her face was square and unattractive, which was not
helped by the severe lines and small, pursed lips. Her breasts were large and
flat and her hips were wide. A curly thatch of coal black pubic hair was
visible between her legs as she sat in a rather mannish pose on the bed.

The redhead actually found her more repulsive than her aid.

"Vyecher, miss. I am told you possess rather amazing talents by my attache,
who was under the mistaken assumption that you were my regular whore, Tasha.
When he described you, however, I immediately realized that dear Daphne had at
long last introduced some fresh blood into her club," she said with a thick
accent and the barest upturning of her lips. "So, young lady--JJ, I
believe--please me half as much as you did Vasily and I will make it well
worth your while."

Tasha had told her that Jarisinova liked to think she was still privy to
important information, but the sad truth was that Russia was so far from being
a player in the post-2k world that Daphne only kept her on the client list
because she was an old friend. Of course, she could have been talking about
some sort of monetary reward, but seeing as how her purse was as bankrupt as
her consulate was important, Jessi tended to doubt that option.

At any rate, Jessica had no intention of touching this over-the-hill, once and
would-be spy. So, she simply shut her mind down and proceeded to fill her
memories with a night of lovemaking the likes of which she had never
experienced. The unpleasant task finished, Jessi settled down in a comfy chair
with the book she'd brought along and read through most of it before falling
asleep. When she awoke in the morning, she lay down on the bed and woke the
Russian up.

"That was even better than Vasily described," the older woman said, smiling as
broadly as she probably ever did, i.e., a slight upturning of her lips,
exposing the straight white teeth ever so briefly. "And now, as promised,
kuritsa, here is your reward: I have recently learned that our Motherland's
glorious leader has been diagnosed with an incurable illness which will leave
him dead within six months. Now, for the moment, his successor would appear to
be the radical leader of the newly formed Protif Party, Zecharia Parkutin. But
I know that there are currently efforts underway to have our leader's
consciousness transferred to a computer's memory banks, and from there to a
clone which was created for that very purpose. What do you think of that?" She
tipped her heavy chin up dramatically, her dark eyes glinting with pride.

Jessica somehow kept from laughing out loud in the woman's flat face and
nodded. "I'll be sure to pass that information on to Daphne," she promised. Of
course, seeing as the same rumor had been circulating since the time of Boris
Yeltsin, she didn't put a great deal of stock into it. She did find it
interesting, however, that the radical Parkutin would be openly acknowledged
as the successor--Even by someone as far out of the loop as Jarisinova--but
decided that Madame Balfallovich would hardly be the best person to pursue
that with.

The Russian, who had gotten dressed while relating her information, kissed her
briefly and then left. Once she was alone, Jessica showered, got dressed, and
returned to the T&A Team's quarters to relay the information, just to see what
Tasha's reaction would be.

* * * * *

"Poor Jari, she's been telling that same story for years," the brunette said
with a sharp laugh. "Although, you're right that the information about
Parkutin is new...and odd. I'll relay it to Daphne when she gets in this
evening and see what she makes of it."

"She'll be back tonight?" Jessica asked, shedding her clothes and stretching
out on one of the golden couches.

"Yes, and tomorrow you'll get to meet her. And, I must admit, that if you make
the half impression on her that you did on Jari, and the rest of us," she
added with grudging admiration, "you'll have no trouble getting her approval
to join us. Officially."

"Then, my friend, your future will be assured," Maya grinned from where she
sat fondling a serving girl on the pile of pillows.

"Like yours?" Jessi needled, smirking cruelly.

The remainder of the day was spent playing and talking and exchanging all
kinds of information, none of which was useful in the least to Jessica in a
professional sense, but which she couldn't wait to try with Kendra the next
time they got together. She ended up going home with Khadijah, of all people.
Seems the black woman had been talking to Maya and Heather and decided to see
for herself what all the fuss was about.

She found out.

* * * * *

When Jessica awoke the next morning, just after dawn as usual, she was alone
in Khadijah's bed. Except for a note which simply read:

Thanks for a wonderful time. See you later,

K

Not knowing the black woman very well, she wasn't sure if this was typical
behavior for her or not, but it did strike the redhead odd that she would
trust someone she barely knew--Although, after last night, she definitely knew
her better than she had the day before--enough to leave them alone in her
apartment. An apartment filled with all manner of valuable jewelry,
electronics, and artwork, including a divine collection of African fertility
statues.

Her suspicions somewhat aroused, she wasn't caught completely off her guard
when, arriving at the offices of Coeur de Zain, Inc., instead of buzzing her
through, Lois pulled a gun on her.

"Just sit tight, Miss Chance," the blonde cautioned, gesturing toward the
chairs in the reception area. "As soon as Daphne is finished with her current
guest, she'll be along to deal with you personally."

"What are you talking about?" Jessi asked, feigning ignorance. "It's me, JJ.
Now put down that gun and stop kidding around."

"We know you're an agent of of the US government, Jessica, and Daphne gave us
all strict instructions to keep you out of her office until she's finished
with Miss Blackhart," the blonde stated.

At the mention of that name, Jessi's mind lashed out and ripped the gun from
her startled hand. "Apparently, Miss Blackhart didn't tell you everything
about me, dear," she grinned, crossing the room and connecting with a solid
right cross to the side of Lois' jaw.

Surprisingly, the blonde did not go down, but instead shrugged it off, kicked
off her heels, and assumed a fighting stance which indicated the mousy-looking
woman wasn't as helpless as she had appeared. "Neat trick with the gun, but it
was just for show anyway," she said coolly.

"We'll see about that," Jessica smiled wolfishly, closing and leveling a kick
at the other woman's head.

But Lois ducked under the kick and, in fact, reached up and caught Jessi's
ankle and twisted it savagely, sending the redhead tumbling to the floor. Lois
stood up and stomped down viciously with the heel of her stockinged foot, but
Jessica had continued to roll and managed to avoid the blow. When she swept
her leg around, Lois was too committed to her attack and couldn't avoid it.
The result being that she ended up on her back. Jessi, lying on her back as
well, quickly pounded one heel into her gut, causing the blonde to sit up and
gasp for breath, and then snapped the other around and struck her in the face.

Before the stunned woman could recover, Jessi had straddled her, trapping her
lovely face between her powerful thighs. "Oh, honeybunch, I wish I had time to
stay and play with you, but if what I think is happening *is* happening, I
have to go and stop it," she said wistfully, staring down into the dazed blue
eyes of her defeated foe. "Now. So, this has to be much shorter than I would
have liked."

She scooted back just enough to expose the graceful curve of the blonde's
white throat and then viciously chopped it with the side of her hand, knocking
her out. Jessica then got up and tied her to her chair with an extension cord
and then buzzed herself in.

When she entered the salon, one of the dozen B-Girls present immediately
pressed a button behind the bar, sounding an annoying alarm, while several
others with whips approached, cracking them ominously.

"I really do not have time for this!" Jessica snarled, sending out a
telekinetic attack which left the four women securely bound and gagged with
their own weapons. A bullet hitting the floor just in front of her stopped her
cold, however, and she looked up and saw a fiery redhead aiming a six-shooter
at her eyes.

"That was just a warning shot, darlin'" she drawled. "My next shot, if you
force me to take it, won't be."

"I thought Daphne wanted me alive?" Jessica pointed out, noting that the
remaining seven women were moving towards her with thick ropes.

"She wants you stopped more than she wants you alive, pardner," the gunslinger
drawled. She looked a bit ridiculous standing with her legs spread wide,
wearing nothing but a lacy teddy and garters. But the Colt was deadly enough
to prevent Jessica from laughing.

Suddenly, the lavish chandelier dropped from the ceiling, trapping five of the
women and blocking the armed woman's view just long enough for Jessi to dive
out of the way and then snatch the gun away with her mind. She made short work
of the two women who hadn't been knocked out by the lamp with kicks to the
head which left them as unconscious as their companions, and then turned to
face the last of the B-Girls.

"Nice move. What do you think of this one?" she asked, suddenly pulling a
small knife from her garter and hurling it at Jessica's head.

But Jessica simply reached up and grabbed the dagger from the air and calmly
proceeded to clean her fingernails with it. "Not bad. Any more tricks?" she
asked.

In response, the other redhead charged at Jessi and then jumped up, launching
herself feet first, aiming her spiked heels directly at Jessi's face. But
Jessica avoided the rather clumsy and obvious attack by dropping to her knees.
Then, as the woman flew over her, she suddenly raised her fist and stood up,
wrapping the shocked redhead around her forearm in the process of driving her
hand deep into her belly.

Jessi looked into the frightened eyes of her opponent. "Happy trails,
pardner," she grinned wolfishly, and then jumped up and power slammed her into
the floor, further plowing her fist into her tender middle and completely
knocking the wind out of her. As she lay on her back, gasping for air, Jessica
punched her solidly in the jaw, knocking her out cold.

She then quickly tied up all the women, after making sure none of those struck
by the chandelier were seriously hurt, and made her way up the stairs to the
area inhabited by the Wannabes.

The six women she'd come to expect were there, all brandishing stilettos,
except for the leggy brunette Maya had kissed the other morning, she was armed
with an Uzi. "I don't know how you made it this far, sweetheart, but I promise
you this is as far as you're going," she said, firing a few warning shots just
in front of the redhead.

Jessica simply shook her head and lashed out with her mind, not only ripping
the machine gun from the woman's hands, but dismantling it besides. And, for
good measure, she also caused the knives of the other women to fly up and
stick into the ceiling.

"Still wanna do this?" Jessica asked, noting the confused and even frightened
looks on their faces.

"No choice, sister," said the brunette, picking up a chain from the floor.
Three of the others did likewise while the last two simply adopted martial
arts poses and stood waiting for Jessica to make the first move.

Jessi, of course, realized that these were simply delaying tactics, and that
caused her to want to simply use her enhanced mental abilities to deal with
the lot of them. But that wouldn't be smart, she knew, because, as numerous as
these opponents might be, and as deadly, they were nothing compared to what
was waiting for her in Daphne's office. So, she knew that she needed to
reserve all the strength she could for that confrontation and clean house the
old fashioned way.

Which she certainly enjoyed, but which was also more time-consuming than she
could afford.

Lost in her contemplations, she was shocked when a chain struck her across the
side of her head and sent her reeling right into the waiting feet of the two
Kung Fu Cuties; one upstairs, to her throat, the other right in the old
breadbasket. As she was doubled over in unexpected pain, one of them rammed
her knee up and into her chest while the other drove her elbow down between
her shoulder blades, painfully crushing her upper body. Jessi dropped to her
hands and knees, wheezing and trying desperately to catch her breath, but the
two women never let up for a moment, kicking her simultaneously from both
sides, smashing in her ribs and driving what little breath remained from her
lungs.

The redhead dropped to her belly, coughing and spitting up bloody saliva.

One of the she-demons then sat astride her back and grabbed both her arms,
forcing them behind her back and then leaning back in a painful surfboard
variation. The other took this opportunity to practice some short, sharp
kicks...using Jessi's face as the target.

"That's enough," said the brunette, approaching with her chain. "The boss
wants her alive, remember? Get her to her feet so I can chain her."

"She'll live," the one who had been kicking her said, as her partner hauled
Jessi to her feet by her hair. "But I don't think she'll be causing us any
more trouble."

"Think again, bitch!" Jessica exclaimed, reaching around behind her and
looping her arm around the neck of the woman who had dragged her to her feet.
She then bent over and flipped her into the face of her surprised partner. But
when Jessi stood up to continue the fight, she suddenly found a chain wrapped
around her neck.

"Not so fast, babycakes!" the brunette grinned, pulling hard on the chain,
jerking the redhead backwards. "Now play nice or this little party is gonna
get deadly."

"I always play nice," Jessi replied, grabbing the chain with both hands,
spinning around, and then yanking the brunette into her foot, "with the right
playmates!" Jessica stepped back and brought her right fist up in a powerful
uppercut which knocked the brunette backwards, and revealed that she'd wrapped
the other end of the chain securely around her right wrist. Smiling wickedly,
Jessi removed the chain from around her throat, held it firmly with both
hands, and began to spin around in a circle.

The helpless brunette cried out in alarm and agony as she was lifted from the
floor and then, after spinning around the redhead a couple of times, released
to go flying in the faces of her three chain-wielding companions. None of them
got up.

As Jessi stood admiring her handiwork, a sharp pain exploded in her lower back
and she was sent flying to land on her stomach on the floor when the two Kung
Fu Cuties simultaneously delivered flying kicks to her kidneys. But she
quickly rolled with the momentum and spun around and got to her feet before
the two women could press their advantage.

"I'm so beyond tired of you two it isn't even funny," she said wearily.

"Pity, 'cause we're just getting started," replied the one who'd been holding
her arms. She motioned to her partner and the other woman nodded and circled
around to the other side of the redhead.

When they were positioned on either side of her, they rushed in, fists raised
to strike. Unfortunately for them, Jessi jumped up at the last second and
delivered jaw-shattering spinning heel kicks to the pair, dropping them in
their tracks.

"On the contrary, you're finished," she smiled.

"You're the one who's finished!" the brunette cried, rushing her from behind
and looping her chain around her throat again, this time stepping in close and
pulling it taut.

"You're more trouble than the effort it's taking to put you down!" Jessi
snarled, ramming her elbow sharply into the brunette's gut several times in
rapid succession. She then reached around and, grabbing two handfuls of hair,
flipped the woman over and in front of her. She landed hard on her ample ass
and Jessi quickly chopped her hand across the back of her neck, finally
knocking her out.

"Now for the big guns," she sighed, securing the Wannabes with their own
chains.

Entering the headquarters of the T&A's, she was hardly surprised to find the
four serving girls aiming guns at her.

"Bravo, Miss Chance," Tasha said mockingly, applauding slowly as she stood
with her three associates. "Congratulations on making it this far.
Unfortunately, this is as far as you go."

"You'd be surprised at how many times I've heard those exact same words,
Tash," Jessica said with a wry grin. The guns suddenly flew from the hands of
their owners and deposited themselves in the pool...in pieces. And, since she
was getting too tired to bother engaging physically with them, she knocked the
girls out and then bound them with their togas for good measure. "Now this can
go down between the five of us the easy way, or the hard way. Trust me, you
won't like the hard way."

"I've got a surprise for you," Tasha said, picking up a small box from a
nearby table. Before Jessi could prevent it, she flipped a switch with her
thumb and the redhead suddenly felt dizzy as the dampening frequency washed
over her, robbing her of her mentally enhanced abilities, including that of
healing herself at an accelerated rate. "A little present from your associate,
Miss Blackhart."

"So, she can't do any more of those mind tricks now, right?" asked Khadijah,
warily approaching the redhead along with the other three T&A's.

"She's as helpless as a newborn kitten," Tasha smirked, grabbing a handful of
her hair and yanking her head back fiercely. "So, now we'll have a little fun
and--Ooooommmpppffff!!!!!!!" She suddenly gasped and doubled over when Jessi
casually drove a fist deep into her gut.

"Hold that thought, Tash," she grinned, kicking out and catching Heather in
her tits, while at the same time punching Khadijah in the jaw. Then, before
Maya could react, she backhanded her with the same hand which had left Tasha
on her knees and gasping for breath.

One punch and two kicks later the three women were out like lights.

"Now, Tasha," said Jessica, lifting her to her feet by her hair, "I need to
know where Daphne's office is. I know it's accessed from this room, but I
really don't have time to search for it. So, where is it?"

"Fuck you!" the brunette spat, still struggling to breathe.

"You really have been asking for this," Jessi reminded her, thrusting a fist
into the soft flesh of her right breast. Then, she likewise punched the left
one, her fist sinking more than halfway from sight in the yielding, delicious
fatty tissue. "Ready to talk?"

Tasha barely shook her head.

"I gotta give you points for loyalty, but not brains," Jessica sighed, pulling
her close and driving her knee up between the brunette's legs.

Tasha cried out in pain and would have fallen to her knees, were it not for
the fact that Jessica still a hold of her hair.

"Want another?" the redhead inquired, grinding her knee into Tasha's groin.

"Over there," the brunette gasped, feebly pointing toward a fresco depicting a
typical Roman orgy on the wall beyond the pool. "P-press Venus' right tit."

"Thanks, Tash," Jessi smiled, knocking her out with a chop to the base of her
neck.

Not bothering to tie them up, she first crushed the transmitter and then made
her way over to the wall and placed her hand on the image of Venus' right
breast. The wall slid away to reveal a short hallway, at the end of which was
a metal door with no handles or protrusions of any kind. Knowing that at best
she was in for one Hell of a fight, or, at worst, that she was already too
late to stop Blackhart, she made her way down the corridor and didn't even
blink an eye when the door slid silently open as she approached.

Beyond the door was a room decorated like an Egyptian vista, including a
miniature pyramid, four mini temples, and several large statues depicting the
major Gods and Goddesses. There were also potted palms and the floor was white
marble while the walls and ceilings were covered with colorful hieroglyphs.
And, standing next to a large panel in one of the walls, which was open and
revealed several shelves and filing cabinets, were two women.

One was an attractive and remarkably fit brunette in her mid-50's. She had
large, torpedo-like breasts and a waspishly thin waist. She was wearing a
form-hugging dress made of a shiny, green material and was in the process of
handing a packet over to the other woman.

Kallista Blackhart, codenamed "Pyromaniac" because things had a tendency to
get extremely hot, literally, when she was involved, was younger, in her
mid-20's at best, and had dirty blonde hair and large brown eyes. She was
thin, with an almost boyish figure, except for the alluring curve of her hips,
and was clad in an almost scandalously short black leather mini-skirt, a white
blouse, and a black leather vest. She had unusually large metallic bracelets
and was wearing high-heeled boots, also made of black leather.

"Jessica," she purred, tucking the packet into the back of her studded belt,
"how delightful to see you again. You can't imagine how shocked we all were at
the group to learn you'd cut your vacation short. Especially General Winsome."

"Wish I could say it's a pleasure to see you again, too, Kallista, but I'm not
in the mood to exchange banalities at the moment," she sighed.

"I thought you said she'd never get this far?!" Daphne squealed, eyeing the
redhead suspiciously.

"I said I didn't think she would. But don't worry, I'll deal with her now,"
the blonde said with a cat-like glint in her eyes. "First, we take care of
those pesky mental abilities of yours." She pushed a button on her studded
belt and it began to glow bright red.

Once again, Jessica felt dizzy as the accursed frequency radiated outward and
robbed her of her specially bred skills. Fortunately, even the few minutes it
had taken for her to pass from the T&A quarters to Daphne's office had been
put to good use in terms of healing her aching body, so she was in better
shape than she looked.

"That's better. Now it's time to eliminate the General's personal problem once
and for all," she laughed, pointing her right arm at the redhead. Suddenly, a
blast of white-hot flame shot from the strange bracelet and Jessica had to
dive aside or she would have been reduced to ashes. "Nice to see you've still
got some moves. I was worried this would be boring."

"Now, Kall, have any of our past encounters been boring?" Jessica said,
dodging more fireballs as she dove across the room, making use of the
miniature temples and finally stopping to catch her breath behind the pyramid
itself.

"Stop! You're destroying my beautiful office!" Daphne shrieked, pulling on the
blonde's arm and causing a fireball to shoot up and strike the ceiling. The
resulting blast caused the pair to be buried by the debris from the collapsing
roof.

Jessica stood up and was about to see if they had survived when the pile
suddenly exploded and Kallista stood up and let loose with a high-pitched
scream of rage. Spotting Jessica, she fired off another blast and reduced the
pyramid to a smoking pile of slag. But the redhead had dove behind another
mock temple.

"I'm getting closer, Kall," she called out. "Pretty soon I'll be within
striking distance, then, all the fire in the world won't stop me from kicking
your ass and getting whatever it is that Daphne gave you."

The blonde laughed. "Oh, I'll bet you'd love to know what's in that file,
wouldn't you, Jess?" She let loose with a fireball that destroyed the temple,
but missed Jessica who had moved closer by leaping behind Daphne's desk, made
of solid obsidian.

"I'll find out soon enough," she returned. "When I take it off your black and
blue ass."

The blonde laughed again, but she did move toward the far end of the room,
trying to get in position to fire behind the fire resistant desk. "I'm going
to surprise you, Jessica. I'm going to tell you what's in this file...sort
of."

"Why would you do that?" Jessi asked, keeping the blonde in sight and making
sure the desk was between them at all times.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I just like the idea of you coming this close to
knowing who your mother was, only to have the information slip through your
fingers...like ashes," she chuckled cruelly.

"You're bluffing. How could that file possibly contain that information? Dr.
Smitrovich himself swore to me that I was result of his sperm and an anonymous
donor," she replied, intrigued nonetheless.

"He lied. Oh, he probably did it as much to protect you as he did to protect
her, but the fact remains that he lied...to both of you," she giggled, clearly
enjoying the distress this information was causing the redhead. "It's funny
the sort of things a person will say to a whore, though, especially when he's
been drugged and hypnotized."

"You're lying!" Jessi cried, searching her photographic memory for any
overlooked fact that might provide confirmation, or refutation.

"You know I'm not," Kallista shot back, moving around towards the metal door
that led to the T&A's quarters. "Let's face it, dear, we both know Smitty had
a thing for women, but he was absolutely hopeless when it came to
relationships. Where else do you think he got any?"

"He wouldn't!" Jessi shouted back, but she knew he had.

"How do you think he was killed? Dear Melanie was posing as one of Daphne's
girls. She got all the information she could from him, including the nugget in
this packet, and then killed him," the blonde taunted, firing off a blast at
the desk, even though she knew it would do no good.

Jessica surprised her, however, by screaming and then running from behind the
desk.

Kallista laughed wickedly and shot several balls of white fire at her as she
ran across the back wall towards where Daphne lay in the pile of debris.

The redhead scooped up the older woman and then dove behind another mini
temple just as a fireball shot past her and into the open storage room,
setting the contents within ablaze.

"Damn it, Jessica!" cursed the blonde, stamping a foot petulantly. "There were
other things of value in there!"

After making sure that Daphne was just stunned, Jessi launched herself at the
distracted blonde, handspringing across the distance between them and catching
her with a kick to the head before she realized what had happened. Kall was
staggered, but she recovered quickly enough to lash out and punch Jessica in
the jaw. The two women glared at each other.

"Why don't you just give me that packet and save yourself a beating?" the
redhead offered.

"Why don't you step back so I can incinerate you?" the blonde shot back.

Jessica shrugged and stepped in, leveling a kick at her midsection. But Kall
blocked it and retaliated with a vicious slap at the redhead's face. Jessi
dodged that and then connected with a left cross. The blonde blocked the
following right hook, however, and caught her in the stomach with her booted
foot. She then lashed out and knocked her to the ground with a downward blow
to the side of her head.

"Pity we won't be doing this again, Jessica," she said, raising her booted
foot to drive the spiked heel into the redhead's waiting throat. "I've rather
enjoyed our little contests."

"I have, too, Kall," she said, grabbing the foot and twisting it, throwing the
blonde off her balance. "So, I'm sorry this will be our last one, too...at
least until you get out of the hospital."

But the blonde lashed out and one of her heels raked across Jessica's
forehead, cutting almost to the bone and drawing a steady flow of blood which
served to partially blind her. Kall quickly kicked up and drove both sharp
heels into Jessica's gut, drawing more blood as the already bruised flesh was
punctured.

As Jessica lay draped over the top of her extended legs, while the blonde
still lay on her back, Kall grinned and said with mock sadness, "Game, set,
and match, darling. I win."

But Jessica suddenly reached down and grabbed the studded belt, ripping it
from the shocked blonde's waist, and promptly crushed the transmitter.

"Uh oh..." Kall tried to press her present advantageous position by grabbing
Jessi's head and pulling her deeper onto the deadly heels, but the redhead
tossed the belt away and punched the blonde right in the nose, drawing some
blood herself for the first time.

Kallista shrieked and kicked out, throwing the redhead away from her, and then
scrambled to her feet and clutched her nose. "You broke it, you bitch!" she
hollered, blood seeping between her fingers.

"Again," Jessi reminded her with a sly grin as she got to her feet and
concentrated every bit of her mental energies on healing the dreadful wounds
in her stomach.

The blonde howled in fury and then cut loose with a barrage of fireballs that
caused Jessi to dive behind the desk again and almost totally destroyed one
half of the once luxurious office.

When the blasts stopped and the smoke had cleared, Jessica peeked over the
desk only to find that Kallista had not only escaped, but sealed the metal
door behind her, effectively preventing Jessi from following her.

With a frustrated sigh, she stood up and, while mentally extinguishing the
various fires by encasing them in air-tight psycho-kinetic constructs, crossed
over to where Daphne was just coming around.

"My files... destroyed... all of those years of work... gone..." she mumbled,
staring at the smoldering remains of her blackmail materials.

"Up in smoke," Jessi finished for her. She grabbed her by the front of her
dress and roughly spun her around, placing her other fist just under her nose.
"Now, you blackmailing bitch, tell me what was in the file Kallista took, or
some help me, Goddess, I'll smash your face in!"

"I can't!" Daphne wailed, trying to push the redhead's fist away. "Kallista
made me take a selective memory erasing drug as part of the transaction to
prevent me from ever selling the information to anyone else! Read my damn mind
if you don't believe me!"

Jessica reluctantly did so, even though she was both mentally and physically
exhausted, and discovered the awful truth of the madam's words. There was
indeed a large area of her memory missing, and Jessica suspected that the
details of not only her father's file, but those of most of the others,
besides, was gone forever. "Fine. You're telling the truth. But the way I see
it is now you're going to have a lot of angry ex-victims looking for you,
since you can be sure that the General will make sure everyone who needs to
will learn of the files' destruction." She saw fear fill the older woman's
eyes and nodded. "You should be afraid. Assuming that there's somewhere in the
world that you haven't alienated by your nefarious activities, I strongly
suggest that you and your girls head there as soon as possible."

"You're not going to arrest me? Or any of them?" she asked incredulously.

"Not much point, now that the files are gone," Jessi shrugged, releasing her
hold on the dress and lowering her fist. "Besides, I've no doubt one of your
victims will catch up to you eventually and make you pay in ways far more
deserving than life in a federal prison."

Daphne scowled, but clearly thought she would be better off taking her chances
in a foreign country. "I'll leave immediately," she said, turning toward the
door, only to discover it melted shut. "Don't worry, I have an alternate
exit."

"I assumed as much," Jessi smiled. "Lead the way."

She followed her through a concealed passage located behind the desk, down a
winding passage which emerged in the T&A serving girls' quarters.

"I don't know how to thank you for letting me go..." Daphne began.

"I do," said Jessi, guiding her over to the pile of pillows and removing her
clothing, exposing a physique in remarkably good shape. "I'll bet it's been
years since you've practiceed whoring yourself, huh?"

"It's been a long time," Daphne agreed, removing the redhead's clothing. "But
I think you'll find I'm still one of the best damn fucks in the city."

"I'm counting on it," Jessica smiled, as the older woman covered her neck and
breasts with delicate kisses.

Hearing a slight noise, she looked over and saw Tasha and the other T&A's
looking on in surprise.

"Don't even think about going anywhere, you four," the redhead warned as
Daphne continued to pleasure her in ways she'd never experienced before. "I'll
only track you down and beat the shit out of you all over again. Besides, when
Daphne is through, each of you is going to give me a demonstration on the
skills which caused her to hire you in the first place."

And then, she thought gleefully to herself, so are all of the others,
including, last, but I suspect, far from least, the lovely Lois.

* * * * *

General Winsome had been pleased to receive the information from Kallista,
although the news of the destruction of Daphne's files and her entire
operation had somewhat distressed him. He had hoped to make further use of her
and her girls, in more ways than the simple gathering of information.

The identity of the troublesome agent's biological mother, in the strictest
sense of the words, had been a surprise to say the least, but it also made a
lot of recent events much more clear. At least he was sure who his enemies
were, even if that information did precious little good in terms of dealing
with them. Still, a soldier always preferred to know who he was shooting at,
even if it was only in a figurative sense.

Besides which, he now knew that Egan McMasters was not his major concern. And
that the time had come at last to deal with the irksome redhead, once and for
all.

The End

(For now)

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