Holiday Spirits
by Lisa Teez
It was December and Spice Girl flew over the streets of River City and not for the first time, she caught herself thinking just how amazing it was. The people down there, they knew she existed, but they almost never looked up and so they almost never saw her until ... until she was needed.
Of course, to be fair, there was a bit of reason to that. The redheaded superhero did her patrolling at night and only at night. Her uniform was black so if perchance someone were to look up, they might see something flash across the night sky but then they’d blink their eyes and what they’d seen would be gone and they’d wonder if they’d really seen anything at all.
But that was only if they looked up and most people never did. They just seemed to assume that she’d be up there and they’d be right. She was always there. She was always looking for trouble.
A scream caught her attention and Spice Girl twisted around even as she altered her path. Where had that come from?
“Stay away from me!” she heard a woman cry out. “I’m warning you. Stay away from me.”
Wherever it had come from, it was somewhere off to her left but where.
“I’m warning you. If you come any closer, I’ll scream.”
Okay, she was close. She knew that now.
“I’m telling you the truth. I’m going to scream.”
There it was. Down in the alley. A blond girl all alone. Well not all alone. There was the man who was stalking her and now that she was that close to them, she could hear the man, too. “Come on. It’ll be fun. Just you and me.”
“I’m telling you,” the blond screamed again. “You better stay away.”
“Or what?”
Spice Girl decided it was time to finally be seen so she dropped into the alley. “What seems to be the problem, here?”
“Spice Girl,” the blond gasped.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” the man snarled.
“Just checking in. As I said before, what seems to be the problem here?”
“We don’t have any problem here,” the man snarled. “We’ve got no problem at all so why don’t you fly that pretty, little ass of yours out of here right now.”
“He wanted to have sex with me,” the girl blubbered. “He wanted to have sex with me and I didn’t want to do it.”
“Is that true?”
“How the hell should I know? She said no but maybe no means yes.”
“Maybe no means no. I think maybe you should be moving on along.”
The man stood there. He was kind of a big man. He certainly would have been intimidating to the blond but Spice Girl knew that with her superior strength, she could snap him like a twig if it came right down to it and the man still seemed to be trying to decide just what he wanted to do.
“I said maybe you should move along,” Spice Girl said again.
She could see him balling up his fists. Really, she wondered. Did he really think that would work?
But then the man seemed to have other thoughts as well. “Fine,” he finally muttered. “Fine. I didn’t want to fuck her scrawny ass anyways,” and with that, he ambled off into the night.
“Oh thank God,” the blond murmured after the man was gone. “I thought I was in real trouble there.”
You were in real trouble, Spice Girl wanted to say, and you would have been in even more trouble if I hadn’t come along. That was what she wanted to say but she didn’t. “What happened here?”
“I’d just come out of Mikey’s. That’s a bar the next block over. Anyway, I was on my way to my car when I thought I heard something. I thought maybe I was being followed so I thought I’d duck in here until whoever was following me went on by. What I didn’t count on was that the guy who was following me would follow me in here.”
“Hmm. Not the best of choices.”
“Yeah. You can say that again.”
“Well all’s well that ends well.”
“Yeah. Say could you walk me to my car? It’s just down the block but I’m not sure if maybe that guy might be waiting around for you to leave.”
Spice Girl nodded. Now the girl was finally thinking straight. “I can do that,” she said.
“Thanks. I’m Lucy by the way.”
“Lucy, it’s good to meet you.”
“I can’t believe this is really happening to me,” Lucy bubbled. “I mean wow. I never thought I’d ever meet a real superhero. I mean ... wow.”
Spice Girl just smiled. “I get that a lot.”
“I’ll bet you do. You know you’re more impressive in person than when I see you on the TV.”
“I get that, too. People say it’s because the TV makes us look smaller.”
“Us?”
“Me and the other superheroes.”
“Oh yeah. I guess that makes sense.” Lucy stopped in front of a blue Dodge Charger. “This is me,” she said.
“You’re sure you’re going to be okay?”
“I’m sure. I’ll be fine.”
Spice Girl watched the other girl climb into her car and it was only after Lucy had the engine started that the superhero finally launched herself into the air.
The next day saw the prim and proper Ginger Lee pushing way into her office in the River City city hall. As was always the case when the redhead arrived for work, her demeanor was one that didn’t tolerate any nonsense. If one had looked beyond the outer facade, one might have noticed that she was young. One might have noticed that behind her glasses were a pair of lovely green eyes. One might even have thought that her luscious red hair might look better if she wore it down rather than up but no one would have suspected that Ginger Lee was the very same woman who patrolled the streets of their city as Spice Girl and that was just the way Ginger liked it.
As the city’s Deputy Director of Planning, it gave Ginger an opportunity to keep an eye on things in her fair city and from what she could tell, for the moment at least, everything was going about as well as could be expected.
Of course that could change at a moment’s notice but for now, everything was okay.
That evening, Spice Girl was once more making her rounds when she saw a most amazing thing. She circled back around for a second look and the second look was no different than the first. She looked around almost as if to see if this could be some kind of a joke or a hoax and yet it appeared that that wasn’t the case.
What she saw was a message on one of the apartment roof tops spelled out in lanterns. From the roof top itself, it must have just looked like the jumbled placing of a number of lanterns but from the air, the message was clear. From the air, the message read: SG STOP BY 4C SO I CAN SAY THANKS.
Of course, it was always possible that the message wasn’t for her. It was always possible that SG was someone else but it was clear that the message was meant to be read from the air and that almost guaranteed that the message was meant to be read by her.
Still, she was a superhero. It wasn’t like she was in the business of receiving thanks. Oh sure, if someone wanted to give her the key to the city for services rendered, then sure, she could do that but that was almost more of a photo opportunity than anything else. This ... this was more personal and it was more intriguing as well and as Spice Girl continued to look at the message that was twinkling below her, she knew she was going to have to go see what it was all about.
That’s how she found herself standing in the hallway and nervously knocking on the door in front of her.
When the door to 4C opened, there was Lucy standing there. “Oh my God,” the girl gasped. “You came. I was hoping you would but I didn’t know if you’d see my message or even if you did, if you would come.”
Spice Girl couldn’t help but feel kind of sheepish standing there. “Your sign,” she explained. “It intrigued me.”
“You could read it?”
“Oh yes.”
“Wow, that’s cool. It took me most of the afternoon to set it up but even then I wasn’t sure if I had it right because I couldn’t actually see it.”
“Oh you definitely had it right.”
“Well like I said in my sign, I just wanted to say thanks so if you could, could you come into my apartment?”
“Sure.”
Lucy shut the door behind the superhero. “You know, I was kind of wondering how I should say thanks for what you did for me last night. I mean I suppose I could have just said thanks but somehow that just seemed so ... so impersonal. I wanted what I did to have a little more meaning and that’s when I came up with the idea.”
“The idea?”
“I created a drink for you. You see, I didn’t just come out of Mikey’s last night. I work there. Mostly, I’m just a waitress but every once in a while, they need me to tend bar so I created a drink for you. Do you want to try it?”
“Okay.”
“I call it the Spice Girl,” Lucy explained. “It’s really just eggnog but I added a peppermint schnapps liqueur to give it a bit of a kick, just like you. I’ll tell you, I was working on it all afternoon long just to get it right.” Lucy pulled something from the blender and she poured it into a glass. She added a stick of cinnamon to it and she handed it over to the superhero. “Let me know what you think.”
“All right.” Spice Girl took a sip and then another. “It’s good,” she said.
“Just good,” a crestfallen Lucy said. “That’s it?”
Spice Girl sighed to herself. This had been a mistake, she told herself. In fact, she’d known it had been a mistake and yet she’d done it anyway. Citizens were fine as long as you were helping them but get close to a citizen and suddenly that citizen seemed to take an almost possessive attitude. You were THEIR friend. You’d come by to see THEM. Only THEY could talk to you, and if you did something they didn’t like or if you did didn’t measure up to their expectations, it was as if it were a personal affront to them. “No, no,” the superhero said. “It’s good.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m not,” and to prove the point, Spice Girl took another drink. Actually, it was kind of good. The eggnog gave it a smoothness that Spice Girl found appealing.
Actually, there was something about the drink that made Spice Girl wish she had another and she told Lucy that.
“You’re not just saying that?”
No, she wasn’t just saying it, she assured the girl. She eyed the concoction in the blender and she really did wish she could get herself another but she had work to do and she told the girl so.
“Just so long as you liked it. That’s all that matters.”
As much as she might have wanted to stay, Spice a Girl knew she had to get back out on patrol. “Is that a balcony you have out there?”
“Yeah why?”
“I was wondering if I could take off from there.” She knew she should have gone back up to the roof to depart but that seemed like such a long way to go. This was much easier.
“You want to take off from my balcony? Oh my God. That is so cool.”
“So I can do it then?”
“Yeah,” Lucy said in a tone that made it clear that Spice Girl shouldn’t have even needed to ask.
It was odd, the superhero thought, but that night just seemed to fly by. They did that sometimes but this was even more different. She seemed almost detached. It seemed as if it was good to fly if for no other reason than it was a fun thing to do.
The next morning though, Ginger was back at work and she was just as focused as she had been before. There was a new project coming up. It was an opportunity for the city to make some money but when Ginger looked at it, she also saw the opportunity for organized crime to move in. It was most definitely a project that would bear more careful scrutiny.
The next night found Spice Girl out and about on her patrols but as the night continued, she found herself keeping a watch out on one certain building. She tried to shake herself of the feeling but it was there nonetheless. Why was she watching Lucy’s building?
Certainly, it couldn’t be anything about the girl herself, could it?
Or could it? Perhaps she should go on down and check on her, just in case.
But what if Lucy didn’t want her stopping by. Citizens could get upset if they thought superheroes were abusing their powers and really who could blame them. When it came right down to it, one of the main differences between superheroes and super villains was how far one was willing to go to get what one wanted for their own personal gain.
In the end, what it finally came down to was the fact that Lucy hadn’t said she didn’t want her around and that was enough to get Spice Girl settling down onto Lucy’s balcony.
She knocked on Lucy’s door and moments later, Lucy was opening the door for her. “Spice Girl,” she said. “What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood and I just thought I’d stop by and say hi.”
“Oh. I was hoping maybe it was because you wanted to come have a drink with me.”
The superhero licked her lips. A drink. She hadn’t thought about that until just that moment. Then on the other hand, maybe she had been thinking about it subconsciously because the idea of a drink did sound good. “You mean a drink like we had last night?” she asked hopefully.
“I just made a fresh batch in the blender.”
“Sure. I guess. I mean if it wouldn’t be too much work or anything.”
“No. It’s no work at all.”
“Okay then, fine. I’ll have a drink but I can only have just one because I’ve still got work to do.”
“Just one it is then.”
The only thing one drink turned to two and then Spice Girl was midway through her third drink before she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to be here. She had work to do and even so, it was nearly impossible to pull herself up off of the couch and even then, she was only upright for a couple of seconds before she came crashing back down onto the couch.
“Oh my God. You’re drunk.”
The superhero shook her head. “No, it can’t be,” she tried to tell the girl.
“Oh honey, don’t you worry about it. It happens to everyone.”
“Not to me,” Spice Girl tried to say but her words weren’t all that clear. She couldn’t be drunk, she wanted to say. She had a superior metabolism that would allow her to break down any drug or toxin that was ever used on her, and yet ...
“I imagine it comes with the territory,” her benefactor said knowingly. “I imagine you have a lot of responsibilities riding on your shoulders and I’ll bet you don’t ever get a chance to ever just kick back and hang loose.”
No, she didn’t have that, Spice Girl thought to herself. Being a superhero was a full time job but it was her job and it was a job that she was more than willing to do. After all, someone had to protect the people from the evil doers out there.
“So I guess if you get drunk every once in a while, I guess maybe that’s to be expected.”
“Can’t,” Spice Girl slurred. “Can’t be drunk.”
“Oh yeah. I like totally get it. You’ve got an image to uphold. You can’t let anyone see you like this.”
No, the superhero wanted to say. No. It wasn’t like that and yet, somehow the words just wouldn’t come.
“You know, you can hang here until you’re fit enough to, you know, to fly home.”
“I’m fit enough,” Spice Girl tried to protest.
“Oh, honey, please. I can already tell you’re nowhere close to being fit enough but like I said, it’s okay. You can hang here until you’re ready to go but I do have a question though.”
“Yes-sh.”
“It’s about your breasts.”
“My breashts?”
“Mmm yeah. Your breasts. I mean I know your costume is all kind of spandexy and stuff but I can’t help but wonder. I mean I don’t see how they couldn’t not be, but are your breasts really as big as they appear to be?“
The super-heroine shook her head before then nodding. She knew something was wrong but for some reason, she seemed unable to be able to pinpoint just what exactly that was.
“Can I see them?” The girl asked.
This was so wrong. It was so inappropriate and yet Spice a Girl found herself bending to the other girl’s will.
Lucy was sidling up closer to the superhero. “I think maybe we can take that as a yes. I hope we can because I know I really want to see them.”
This was so wrong Spice Girl told herself and yet there she was letting Lucy reach around her and letting her run the zipper down the backside of her costume.
“They look really nice,” Lucy purred.
“Uh huh.”
Lucy pulled the spandex jumpsuit off of Spice Girl’s shoulders. “Oh my God. Would you look at these.”
This was so wrong, Spice Girl told herself and yet she couldn’t help but like the way the other girl tenderly caressed her breasts.
“Oh my God. Your nipples. They’re so hard. I guess that must mean you’re excited but then of course you are. I mean I’ll bet you’ve never had anyone do anything like this with you before.”
No, she most certainly hadn’t, Spice Girl had to agree.
“I want to kiss them. I want to kiss them so bad.”
No, this was wrong.
Apparently, Lucy didn’t think it was wrong. Her hand stroked one of Spice Girl’s breasts and then she leaned down to give that breast a kiss. “Mmm, so nice,” she purred and then she moved on to the other breast and she did the same thing there, too. “Mmm, that one’s nice, too, but then I’ll bet you knew that already. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh.” No wait. No.
“I never knew you liked girls. I mean I always thought all you Super girls didn’t go in for that kind of thing. It’s nice to know that at least some of you appreciate what a girl has to offer, too.”
“Uh huh,” the superhero slurred sloppily. She wasn’t even sure what she was agreeing to anymore but she didn’t care.
“Maybe we want to slide this spandex all ... the ... way down.”
“Uh huh.”
Lucy slid her uniform the rest of the way down and then her fingers slipped in between Spice Girl’s legs. “Ooh, would you look at you. Someone’s got a really wet pussy.”
No, she couldn’t, she wanted to say and yet she found herself laying back on the sofa and spreading her legs and as Lucy slid in between her legs, she found herself thinking just how good it was to let loose and for once, not have to be responsible for anything.
Oh fuck, that felt so good and Spice Girl couldn’t help but work her breasts even as Lucy ate her pussy. Oh fuck. That was so fucking good.
Her breathing was coming hot and heavy now. Oh fuck, Lucy sure did know how to eat a pussy.
Oh fuck, she did that so well.
Oh fuck, she was going to cum.
No, not going to cum. Cumming. She was cumming and it felt so fucking good...
The next morning found a still naked Spice Girl waking up to sunlight streaming in through Lucy’s window. What the fuck?! Had she spent the entire night here?
The obvious answer was apparently she had. She looked around for her clothes. Damn. She had to get out of there. She had to get out of there now.
Arriving back home was always a dangerous proposition for a superhero unless one happened to have a lair or something that was seemingly unconnected with one’s true residence. If one didn’t have such a lair, it meant sneaking in under cover so that the people around you wouldn’t guess your true identity. Coming back at night at least provided some measure of cover. Coming back during the day was much more problematic.
Still, Spice Girl managed to let herself into her apartment and a short while later, Ginger Lee emerged.
All that day, Ginger kept chastising herself for the fact that she had ended up being naked in Lucy’s bed. It certainly was so unprofessional in so many different ways.
First, she’d failed to complete her patrols. What if something bad had happened that she could have prevented while she was spending time with Lucy.
Second, it gave Lucy the wrong idea not only about her but about all superheroes. Citizens had to know that superheroes were above reproach and that they wouldn’t take advantage of their position.
And finally, she’d had sex with another woman! Oh sure, Lucy had started it but she’d definitely returned the favor and that was what unnerved Ginger the most. She wasn’t that way and yet every time she thought about what she’d done, she couldn’t help but feel her pulse quicken. If she didn’t know better, she told herself, she might have thought that she’d actually liked what she’d done.
There was only one thing to do. She was going to have to go back to Lucy and she was going to have to set the record straight.
That night found Spice a Girl once more landing on Lucy’s balcony.
“Spice Girl,” the girl gushed when she saw who it was, “you came back.”
“I did but I won’t be long. I just needed to tell you something.”
“Uh oh. That sounds serious.”
“It is serious.”
“Can I offer you a drink then?”
“What?”
Lucy nodded at the blender on the countertop and Spice Girl and she couldn’t help but smack her lips. Perhaps, maybe just one, she told herself. It might be a good way to put Lucy at ease before she had to tell her what she came here to say.
One drink turned to two and two turned to three and somewhere along the way, Spice Girl lost track of just why it was that she’d come here in the first place.
“Spice Girl?”
“Yesh.”
“Can I ask you something? Why did you really come here tonight?”
Uh oh. Here it was and yet before the superhero could answer, Lucy went on.
“Because I think I know what the answer is. I think you said the heck with all that responsibility stuff. You didn’t really need to patrol the city anyway. What you wanted was to come see me.”
Yes. No wait, no.
“And you know what? After last night, I want to see you, too.”
“You do?”
“Mmm. You know spandex only reveals what you already have. Spandex won’t make you look hot if you’re not hot to begin with and I know you’re hot. You’re spicy hot. You’re super sexy, spicy hot.”
Now that Lucy mentioned it, she was feeling rather hot.
“I’ll bet you’d like to show me that super sexy body of yours and if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
“I’d like that.” Wait a minute. Had she really meant to say that but when she thought it over, she realized she did.
It wasn’t long before the two women were naked and kissing on the couch, each seeming to want her body more against the other, each reveling in the caresses of the other’s body, each getting hotter and hotter by the moment. If she’d bothered to ask herself the question, Spice Girl would have admitted that she didn’t want to be out there patrolling the streets, that this was a much better place for her to be.
That was when there came a knock at Lucy’s apartment door. “I wonder who that could be. Do you think maybe we should answer it? Maybe it’s some guys wanting to fuck us.”
Ooh wow, the superhero thought. Wouldn’t that be great.
“Why don’t you keep that pussy hot while I go see who it is.”
That sounded like a great idea, the superhero thought ... right up until Lucy brought four Black men into the apartment.
Spice Girl knew these men. They were criminals that she’d brought into custody not less than a month ago. She hadn’t realized they’d been let out on bail but worse yet, they knew her.
They knew Spice Girl and at the moment she wasn’t wearing anything that identified her as Spice Girl because she wasn’t wearing anything at all. As far as these men knew, she was just another redheaded bitch who needed to be fucked. Mmm, she liked that. She liked being a bitch who needed to be fucked.
“These are my friends,” Lucy said. “I explained our predicament to them. I told them we needed to be fucked and they said they’d be willing to help us.”
Better and better, the superhero thought. It just got better and better.
It didn’t take long for the four men to remove their clothes. It didn’t take long for them to approach the two women on the couch. Spice Girl took two of them even as Lucy took the other two. The superhero would suck one man’s cock and she’d stroke the other even as she knew her friend was doing the same and then she’d switch off and suck the other cock before once more bringing her mouth back to the first one.
God, this was hot. One of the men was pawing her breasts even as the other stroked her hair and she just couldn’t help herself. She was so hot.
“You like that, don’t you,” said one of the men. “You like sucking that cock.”
The redhead pulled her mouth free and looked up at the man. “Mmm. I love it.”
“I think we’ve got something you’ll enjoy even more.”
“What?”
“Why don’t you get up and we’ll show you.”
Puzzled, the redhead pulled herself up off the couch and no sooner had she done that than one of the men was taking her place on the couch. “Come here,” he told her. “We’ll show you what to do.”
It was soon apparent what the man wanted her to do. He wanted her to mount him. He wanted her to climb up there on top of him and he wanted her to drive herself home on his spike and she knew she couldn’t wait to do it and even as she was doing it, she knew her friend was mounting another cock just like her. Man, that was hot, her and her new friend fucking these guys side by side.
“I think someone likes this,” the man taunted her.
Even if she’d wanted to, it would have been pointless to argue against something which was so obviously true but more than that, there was the other man, the one with the big hand who was stroking her tight, little bottom, the one so was letting his fingers slide in between her cheeks.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. That was just so good and those fingers were pressing up against her other hole.
Only it wasn’t fingers anymore. It was something else and damn, it felt big. She stopped moving and she held her breath.
Oh fuck. Another cock pushing its way inside her. Don’t move, she told herself. Stay very still. Stay very, very still.
Off to her right, she heard Lucy groan and even without looking, she knew her friend was getting the very same treatment as her. That was so hot.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “Too big.”
“Nonsense,” the man behind her said. “Just relax.”
Just relax. Easy for him to say. Just relax. Just relax. Oh shit. He was inside her. She panted now as she took more of that second cock. She could do this, she told herself. Just relax.
Oh geez. Oh geez. Let them do the work. Let them fuck her. Yeah, she could do that. No, it was more than that. She wanted them to do this. She wanted them to fuck her.
They might not have known what she wanted but it didn’t really matter because they were going to fuck her and it wasn’t long before they were cumming inside her and it wasn’t long before she and Lucy were getting the men hard all over again so the men could continue to fuck her and her friend over and over again...
The next day found Ginger fretting about Lucy. At least, Ginger had managed to get back to her apartment while it was still dark out but it was obvious that Lucy knew the men in her apartment the night before but did the girl really know how dangerous they were? She decided that it was up to her as Lucy’s friend to let her friend know about those guys.
Friend? Was Lucy really her friend? It was hard being a superhero sometimes. It was hard making friends when you always had to keep your guard up.
The only thing was that she hadn’t kept her guard up with Lucy. In point of fact, she hadn’t come close to keeping her guard up. If she couldn’t trust Lucy, then who could she trust?
She was definitely going to have to warn her friend then. Those so-called friends of hers were up to no good and Lucy had to be warned before it was too late.
That night, Spice Girl figured she’d make the one quick stop and she’d let Lucy know about who her visitors the night before were and then she’d be on about her way and since she knew she was going to do it, there really was no reason to put it off and since that was the case, no sooner had she started her patrol than she was landing on Lucy’s balcony.
Lucy smiled when she pulled the curtains aside and saw who it was. “I was hoping you’d come by tonight,” she said.
“You were?”
“Mmm yeah. You and I, I think we just sort of hit it off, don’t you?”
“That’s what I came to tell you. About last night—”
“What?”
“Those guys who were here last night, those guys are bad guys, Lucy. I know because I’ve had to deal with their gang before.”
“If that was the case, then why’d you let them ... you know, why’d you let them do that?”
“I shouldn’t have,” the superhero admitted guiltily. “It was a mistake.”
“And here I was thinking you were coming to see me because you were my friend,” Lucy muttered, “but I guess I see how things are. This is more of an official kind of visit than anything else and to think that I went and made drinks for us and everything.”
“Drinks?”
“There in the blender.”
Spice Girl couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of her new favorite concoction. “Well, since you already made them—”
“Nuh uh. I see how things are now. You’re not really my friend and I was a fool to think you were.”
“I am your friend.”
“Yeah right.”
“Lucy, I am your friend. I only want what’s best for you. Do you really think we could have done ... you know ... everything that we’ve done together if I wasn’t your friend?”
“I don’t know,” Lucy grumbled.
“Come on, Lucy.”
“I guess.”
“You guess what?”
“I guess we’re still friends.”
“There you go.”
“So you still want one of my drinks?”
“Are you still offering it?”
“Of course.”
“Then of course I want one of your drinks. You know they’re kind of addictive. I just can’t seem to get enough of them.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Lucy said as she handed over the drink. “What do you like best about them?”
The superhero smacked her lips. “I don’t know,” she said. “There’s something about the texture, I think. It’s thick. It sits on the tongue and yet when it’s gone, you find yourself wanting it more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah and when you get another one, it’s like the next drink takes over where the last one left off. You just can’t have one of these.”
“Speaking of having another one, would you like a refill?”
It was only then that Spice Girl realized her glass was empty. She held it out towards Lucy. “Yes, please.”
Lucy obligingly poured more of the drink into Spice Girl’s glass. “You left something out,” Lucy said as her friend drank the drink.
“Hmm,” Spice Girl said hazily.
“The drink kind of acts like alcohol even though it isn’t alcohol. The drink makes you drunk and it kind of cuts down on your inhibitions and it makes you more open to suggestion.”
What was she saying, Spice Girl thought but then she was distracted by the fact that her glass was being refilled. That was good. She’d needed a refill.
“Like if I said you’re bored with being a responsible superhero, you’d probably agree with that and if I said what you’d really like is to be used sexually over and over again, you’d probably agree with that, wouldn’t you?”
Well, of course she would. Being responsible was such a fucking turn-off. Being used sexually, now that was certainly something she could agree with and it didn’t hurt that she had the body for it as well and oh good, her glass was being refilled again.
“The thing is the more you agree, the more the things you agree with become real and the more real they become, the more you want them to be real. They become so real that you don’t even need the drink to make them real but you need the drink to make you weak.”
Yes, weak. She longed to be weak.
“You don’t really want to fight crime, do you?”
Spice Girl shook her head. That was way too much responsibility for her.
“And I’ll bet what you really do want to do is fuck. Isn’t that right?”
Spice Girl nodded eagerly. That was exactly what she did want and she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment. So wet in fact that she was sure she was making a wet spot in the crotch of her uniform which was just what she wanted because everyone could see how wet she was.
There was a knock on Lucy’s door. “Would you look at that,” Lucy said. “Right on time. Why don’t you play with your pussy while I go answer the door.”
Mmm yeah. She could do that.
It was only then that the superhero recognized the man that Lucy was bringing into her apartment. It was the same man that she had chased off on the night that she and Lucy had met only now Lucy had her arm entwined in the man’s arm. “This is my boyfriend, Tommy.”
Boyfriend?
“How’s she doing?” Tommy asked.
“It happened just the way you said it would, Honey. Apparently, Spice Girl here is turning into a bit of a lush, but she likes being that way, don’t you, Dear?”
Lush! That sounded so ... so bad and yet there she was with another drink in her hand. How many of these had she had, she wondered. That was bad if she didn’t know the answer to that and yet what was worse was that she already knew that when this one was done, she wanted to get another one.
“It seems Spice Girl here is tired of being responsible for everything and everybody. It’s so much better to get drunk and screw. Isn’t that right, Dear?”
Drunk and screw. No. That was wrong and yet ...
Hmm. Her drink was empty. “Can I have some more, pleashe,” she slurred.
“See what I mean,” Lucy said as she poured another drink for Spice Girl. “She’s already slurring her words. It won’t be long before she’s screwing anyone and everyone.”
No, that wasn’t like her only ...
Only it did kind of sound kind of fun. Get drunk and screw. Heck, she was already drunk and screw, well heck, she loved doing that so hey, why not.
Okay, so maybe she was shirking her responsibilities but she could always be responsible tomorrow ... or maybe the day after that ... or maybe next week sometime.
She didn’t realize that she’d already finished her drink but damn, her pussy was so wet. Get drunk and screw. Of course that’s what she wanted to do.
She finished her drink and she held out her glass for more.
“Sorry, but you’ve drank it all up. I’ll tell you what though. You let Tommy here fuck the two of us and I’ll mix us up a whole new batch of drinks when we’re done so you can become an even more sex-crazed drunkard. How’s that sound?”
It sounded great, Spice Girl told her friend.
“I’ll tell you what though. I’m going to let him fuck you first because I know he’s always wanted to get his dick in the great Spice Girl. How’s that sound?”
It almost sounded as if her friend was mocking her but the redhead didn’t say that. She was going to get fucked first. That was all that mattered.
“And meanwhile while he’s fucking you, you can show me just how much you like eating my pussy. How’s that sound?”
It sounded great and it was even better when they actually did it because there she was on her hands and knees with her face between her friend’s legs and with Tommy’s hands on her hips and with Tommy’s cock in her pussy. God, he was fucking her deep. Damn, she liked that. She couldn’t wait to have Tommy cum inside her.
Oh God, that would be good. Maybe then after that, she could have some more drinks. She’d like that and then maybe they could fuck again. Maybe Lucy could eat the cum out of her pussy while Tommy fucked her. She’d like that but then of course she would. After all, being responsible was so overrated. There really nothing better than getting drunk and screwing and she wanted to keep on doing that as often as she could.
Fuck yeah, that was what she wanted and she couldn’t wait to do it again.