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Genesis: Sucker Punched

By: panther1282



Chapter 1: 

Veronica "V" Stone 

V woke up after the blessing of the sun shining its light through the opened shades of the window. V did not need to go outside to tell how beautiful it is. To V it didn't matter if the clouds were dark grey, lightening lighting up the sky, or it would be pouring rain. Nature was beautiful. If only she could control it in her favor. But instead she developed something bigger. 

As V got up out of bed, the first thing she did was get down on her bare hands and toes and she did 30 pushups. A routine she promised she would do every morning. After feeling the blood flow and bones cracking from certain release, V got up and walked right into the den and then sat down on the soft blue carpet with her legs stretched forward. She leaned forward reaching up to touch her toes. After a few seconds in that position, she sat back up and spread her legs until they were parallel with her body. Slowly she leaned forward placing her whole entire body flat on the floor while her legs still planted on both sides. V loved stretching. It made her feel like a sweet release from 6 hours of her body going back to normal. 

After freeing her body from its stiffness, V jumped back up on her feet and went to the kitchen to fix her breakfast. Scrambled eggs, two pieces of bacon, and one French toast with one squared butter melting in the center. The greatest breakfast of the morning. 

After she finished her breakfast, V placed her empty but greased plate in the sink and washed it with faucet water. Then she went back to her room and searched in her closet. She took out long, sweat, and tight pants flexible enough to move easily when jogging. Then she found a grey tank top and put it on. The half shirt pressed hard against her voluptuous breasts, keeping them held in place in case of strenuous movement. 

V grabbed the keys to the apartment and put it in her pocket. She opened the door and turning the small, iron, button to make sure it is locked while she was gone. Many of her neighbors warned her to be careful while she is jogging through the neighborhood. Lord knows what type of crazies out there watching helpless, young, women like her so they can jump out of some strange place and grab her. Forcing her down on the ground, beat the crap out of her (If she fought back), and skillfully tear away her clothes revealing every part of her anatomy, just so the perv can get off raping her. Or at least that's what they thought. 

V walked down the hall passing by every door in the apartment until she made it to the last door. She opened it letting the warm sun to shine on her body waking her up from her tiredness and feeling energetic as if her body was absorbing the sun's ray. V soaked everything in and walked straight to the black top. Already stretched and pumped up, she began her jog knowing that she didn't need to do that. But just because she was already physically toned, doesn't mean she should be lazy. 

Chapter 2: 

Cassidy Monroe 

Cassidy Monroe got out of bed as she woke from the sun shining through her open window. By the look outside it was a beautiful day. Cassidy sat on the edge of the bed raising her arms up in the air so she could hear and feel her bones cracking by stretching. Right then and there she felt awake and alive. 

Cassidy got out of bed and walked into her bathroom turning on the light and facing the mirror. She looked hard at herself. There was some baggage under her eyes but it would go away soon. Right now she needed to take care of some minor hygiene such as brushing her teeth and fixing her hair to the point where it was tied back in a pony tail. She went back in her room and searched in her closet for her blue, short sleeve, shirt. Blue, matching, sweat pants. And her matching, blue, foam solid Sketchers that were meant for running. Cassidy didn't believe the shoes made the man, but as long as she was comfortable and they didn't wore out, she was game. She didn't believe in jogging pants that were so tight her ass popped out. Or wearing a wonder bra that tightened her chest to the point people could get an idea of the size and look of her breasts. If she wanted to reveal herself that badly, she might as well work at a Gentlemen's Club. The exercise clothes people came up with for women were probably a man's idea. Not to mention sexist. 

Cassidy stepped out of her apartment and took in the wonderful scent of fresh air. Like she thought in her room, the ray of the sun made her surroundings and her neighborhood looked like it was blessed. And Cassidy was energized enough to start the day of with a long jog that was going to drop some of the calories that she consumed last night. 

Cassidy was slim, but not skinny. Just the right amount of body mass men looked forward in a woman. 

Confident and ready, Cassidy started her jog. Jogging away from her apartment and on the black, tar, concrete, she made her way down the street to get her first activity over with so she can concentrate on others. 

Chapter 3: 

Chance encounters 

Cassidy waited in line with her bestfriend, Shanika Roland. They have stood in line for almost 30 minutes before they finally made it to the front. There were two other women in front of them standing before a tall, ball headed, black man, wearing dark glasses, black short sleeve shirt that said, "SECURITY", across his massive squared chest. 

The security guard looked down at the two Caucasian women and made his final decision. "Sorry, I can't let you two in." 

The two Caucasian women glanced at each other and back at the security guard. "What the fuck do you mean, "You can't let us in"?" One of them asked. 

"I mean what you think I mean. I can't let you in." 

The two Caucasian women glanced at each other as if they were told a nasty joke and back at him again. "That's fucking bullshit!" The other woman on the right shot out. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah that's life. Sorry ladies but you have to go party somewhere else." The security guard turned to the long line of other desperate party goers. "Next!" His expression was as if he was a magician who just made the women disappear in thin air. 

The women stared acidly at the security guard but knew it was pointless. Angry and frustrated but accepting the disappointment, the two women left together. 

Cassidy and Shanika stepped up in front of the security guard both staring up at him. Cassidy didn't know what expression she had on her face. Hopefully it was confidant as Shanika who smiled so brightly as if she was posing for a modeling agency. 

The security guard looked Shanika up and down, then turned to Cassidy doing the same. "Is she with you?" He asked Cassidy who glanced at Shanika puzzled and back at him. 

"Yes." 

The security guard turned back to Shanika looking like he was not sure he could trust her with his life. He turned to the other security guards and back at Cassidy. He made a signal that it was okay to enter. 

Cassidy glanced at Shanika who also looked puzzled. "Is she coming too?" 

The security guard stared down at Cassidy like she just asked a stupid question. "You two are together right?" 

Cassidy shrugged knowing that the guard had a point. But Shanika's once sexy pose turned sour after noticing the guard ignoring her and his focus on her bestfriend. Disappointed or rude as it may look, it did not stop the women from entering the club. 

Inside the club was happening. It was hard for Cassidy to see, since it was dark and was only lit up by the minimal flash of moving light. But she could see that the club was pact with men and women dancing up against each other, either by choice or not. The DJ was playing all kinds of music that suited the people. Hip-Hop, R&B, Alternative, Techno, and a combination of both. 

"Damn," Shanika spoke out loud over the hard music, "this is what I'm talk' in about. Cassidy girl, let's get someth'in to drink. I'm thirsty." 

Cassidy rolled her eyes and sighed. She swore she caught Shanika drinking something when she came over her house. Whatever it was, it almost left her a little tipsy. But lucid enough that she was able to talk and walk with her to the club. 

"Come on girl!" Shanika cried as she grabbed Cassidy's hand and pulled her into the crowd of dancing people until they finally made it to the bar. 

The bartender was Caucasian and also bald. He was a little smaller than the security guard outside but his broad shoulders and clear cut, bulging arms, that looked so tight Cassidy and Shanika could see the serpent veins that told them that he too was someone you did not want to get drunk or act a fool with. 

Spotting them appearing at the bar, he stepped up and leaned over the counter so he could hear clearly. "What will it be ladies?" 

"I would like a, "Sexy Bitch", please?" Shanika spoke first. 

Cassidy have never heard of such a drink in her life, but knowing Shanika she loved going to clubs if she had the opportunity. So she was a pro when it came to drinks. 

The bartender turned to Cassidy. "And you ma'am?" 

"A Bloody Mary please?" Cassidy answered. 

The bartender nodded. "A Sexy Bitch and Bloody Mary com'in right up." And he left to fix the women their drinks. 

Shanika turned to her bestfriend surprised. "Cassi?" 

Cassidy turned to Shanika who had this disappointed look on her face. "What?" 

"A Bloody Mary?" 

Cassidy eyes looked like she didn't get where her bestfriend was getting at. "Yeah, so what?" 

"Cassi girl, you gotta come with something better than that." 

Cassidy rolled her eyes understanding where her bestfriend was getting at. "Look I'm not looking to get too drunk, especially in this place." 

Shanika looked at Cassidy like she said something offensive. "What you mean, "This place", what's wrong with this place?" 

Cassidy didn't know how to explain it to Shanika but tried to anyway. "It's just that this is not my scene that's all." 

"And what is your scene?" 

Cassidy shrugged. That was a good question. A question she had no answer. "I just think going to clubs are not my thing that's all. I mean the place is so crowded, I feel like I'm being smothered, claustrophobic, or something. Besides half of their music I play in my car when I'm going to work anyway." 

"Girl please, you don't know how to make half of the music they play in here." Shanika shot back. 

But that didn't stop Cassidy from disagreeing with her. "Still, I rather listen to music in the safety of my car or at home." 

Now it was Shanika's turn to roll her eyes. "Girl please stop acting scary. Nobody is going to hurt you. Besides, I wouldn't let that happen." 

The bartender came back with both their glasses filled with their drink. "Here you go ladies." He said before he left. "That will be $20.50." 

Since Cassidy paid the taxi driver to get them there, Shanika paid the bartender for their drinks. It was the least they could do. Cassidy and Shanika both grabbed their glasses and took a strong sip. Both women felt the burning, cool, taste of the liquid going down their throats and warming the depth of their insides. 

"Now this is what I'm talk' in about," Shanika said making a sour face as she tried to get used to the taste, "this is the good shit!" 

"So you say," Cassidy said. Taking a sip of her drink again. 

"You know someth'in?" Shanika spoke. 

"What?" 

"You really need to get laid." 

Cassidy scoffed at the thought. "Girl that is the last thing I need." 

"Ever since you broke up with Jamal, you have been such a party pooper. I mean at least with him you were uplifted and fun. Now every time someone tries to show you a good time, you get all moody and shit. Relax." 

Cassidy rolled her eyes at her friend. "Girl please ancient history." 

"Oh come on Cassidy, you know when he first hit on you that you were smitten from the start. Hell, he took you everywhere. When ya'll went shopping, he bought you shit. He rapped for you to tell you how much he loved you..." 

"Promised me that he was going to be this famous rapper like Jay-Z and Kanye West. Become famous enough to get us both out of the hood. Yadda, yadda, yadda." Cassidy interrupted. 

"Well you got out on your own didn't you?" Shanika pointed out. 

"Yeah, but not by him. It took me a year to realize he was an asshole, whack ass wannabe drug dealer, and a whack ass rapper. For a year, I've been by his side hoping that he was going to succeed somewhere with his, so called, career choice. Instead we were right where we started and doing the wrong things." Cassidy explained. "From the things I caught him doing, I'm surprised that we never got raided by the police already." 

Shanika scoffed. "Girl, what Jamal do to make money ain't no thang. That's life in the hood, you know that." 

Cassidy rolled her eyes again for that poor excuse for an explanation. "Well, I was not going to be stuck there with him. Unlike these other naïve, dumb, bitches I have a time limit on how long you can keep bullshitt'in me before you actually do what you promise." Cassidy took a sip of her Bloody Mary. "Once his time was up, I smart 'in up, dumped his rapp'in wannabe ass, and got the hell outta there to find a real job and go to college to get the fuck out of the hood Jamal loved so damn much." 

Now it was Shanika who was rolling her eyes away from her bestfriend. "You know what? Ever since you broke up with Jamal you act like you forgot where you came from or something." 

Cassidy dropped her drink on the bar staring hard at her like she just said one of the most offensive things. "Let's get this straight right now. I've never forgotten where I come from. I just think that there are other things out there than representing for your hood. I like to go places where I've never gone before. Meet new people. Maybe go further than that. Travel the world. And I thought Jamal was going to take me to these places. Instead the only people I met and places he took me was back and forth to his and my house and meeting some his friends over and over and over again. It was getting dull." 

Shanika turned back to her drink and took a sip and then looked back into the crowd of dancing men and women. Cassidy paid close attention to her reaction and understood that she was not being rude, but realized she had a good point. 

Chapter 4: 

An Unexpected Savior 

V took a stroll down the street. It was quiet and the cool night breeze was relaxing against her skin. This is the night she loved the most and was the reason why she was risk taking a walk down the dark city. There were flourscented lights behind glass of stores advertising their equipment they were selling. But V was not interested in the finer things in life. There was a time when she did not want to live. But after years of trials, tribulations, and guidance, she had a new perspective on life. And after knowing more about herself and what she can do, she was grateful that she didn't take her own life. 

Walking down the dark, abandoned looking streets, everything was quiet. At least that's what V thought. 

"STOP!" V heard a voice scream. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" 

The screams were so strong, feminine, and so demanding that V knew it was a damsel in distress. 

V heard the screams and it sounded like it was coming from up ahead. Which means she was close. She hurried hoping that whoever was causing the poor woman to scream her head off to get her point across would still keep screaming letting V know that it's still not too late. 

Cassidy carried the drunken Shanika out of the club laughing hysterically. Mostly about things that were not funny to Cassidy at all. Cassidy knew that walking home was going to be stressful. Shanika kept drinking all kinds of alcohol as if she was a professional drink tester. The problem was by the look of how she was going to fall on her ass; she really wasn't good at it. When Cassidy caught Shanika taken a drink from a total stranger, that's when she realized that she needed to step in and get her the hell out of there before someone gets some sick idea on how to take care of her. 

They made it to the street and while holding onto the dragging Shanika, Cassidy looked both ways to see if there was a taxi. She realized maybe it was a better idea to call first before they got out of the club. 

Cassidy turned to Shanika who looked like she was about to pass out. "Shanika?" Surprisingly, Shanika lifted her head up to drowsily face Cassidy. "Can you stand for just a few minutes for me to make a call?" 

A smile spread across Shanika's face. "Sure sweetie. You know I got you." 

Cassidy thought otherwise. Cassidy slithered out from under Shanika's arm and took out her cell. 

"Cassidy?" A voice Cassidy recognized all too well came from behind. 

Cassidy hoped it was not who she thought it was. She turned around and too her disappointment it was exactly what she feared. 

"Jamal," Shanika called out in her drunken state, "what's up baby?" 

Jamal "Big Daddy" Sims walked up with his creepy looking smile as if he wanted you to know he was up to something. He came with his one entourage, Simon Hayes. A big, obese, man who is Jamal's childhood bestfriend and now body guard. The only difference was he had curly black hair. "What's up girl?" Cassidy was not impress and stayed on her cell as if her ex was not even there. "What's up Cassidy, how you do 'in girl?" But Cassidy turned around ignoring them and hoping someone would pick up the phone and take her call. "Oh so you just go 'in to ignore a brotha?" 

"We not ignoring you sweetie?" Shanika admitted until she turned to see Cassidy waiting on the cell. "Cassidy who you talk' in too?" 

"Yeah, who are you talk' in too?" Jamal demanded. 

Jamal's attitude made Cassidy turn and give him the, "You do not give me orders", stare. But Jamal didn't care how offended she was. They dated for about a year before she started acting like a stuck up, I'm better than you, bitch! 

"Hey, who you talk' in too on the phone?" Jamal demanded again, expression looking very aggravated. 

Nobody was more aggravated than Cassidy. They broke up a year ago and Jamal was giving her orders as if they were still together! 

Cassidy still had her back facing Jamal waiting for the call. She wondered what in the hell was taking so long to answer the phone? And why are there no taxis as well as cars? It was like everyone was off for the night, which is weird since the taxi service is supposed to be 24 hours straight. 

"Bitch, you betta answer me." Jamal ordered this time. 

"Bitch?!" Shanika repeated offended even though in her drunken state. "Who you call 'in a bitch?" 

Jamal turned to Shanika irritated that she would interfere into their business. "Not you hoe." 

Shanika's eyebrows rose up as if she felt like Jamal did not understand who the hell he was talking to. "Hoe?" Shanika repeated more offended than ever. "Who in the hell you call 'in a hoe. Do I look like a hoe to you?" 

"If the shoe fits," Jamal shot back. 

Drunk and pissed off, Shanika was going to walk up to Jamal and show him how to talk to a lady. But Cassidy ran as fast as she could to catch Shanika in her arms while still holding her cell. 

"Shanika let it go, it's not worth it," Cassidy pleaded succeeding in calming Shanika down. 

Shanika looked long and hard at Jamal as if her anger had flushed all the alcohol from her mind and body. "You betta be lucky my girl has more sense than me," she pointed accusingly, "If she wasn't here I would fuck yo shit up!" 

Cassidy tried to force Shanika around to hoping if she turned her back to him, she wouldn't be so angry. Which is the reason she was doing the same thing. 

Savior or not, Jamal did not like all this disrespect. He snapped his fingers at Simon who knew that it was not of disrespect but letting him know it was show time. Both of them hurriedly walked up to the two women. Simon grabbed Shanika by the arms. 


Genesis: Sucker Punched



"Boy what the fuck you do 'in?!" Shanika cried trying to break free but either she was too drunk or stubborn to know that Simon was bigger and stronger than she was. 

Jamal grabbed hold of Cassidy's arms as well, making her drop her cell. "What the fuck are you do 'in Jamal?!" She demanded. 

Unlike Simon who held Shanika from behind, Jamal turned Cassidy around to let her see the fire in his eyes. "I don't like being ignored." 

Cassidy stared into his eyes too, but did not let his baleful demeanor sway her. "I'm not ignoring you, I just don't care what you have to say," She explained coldly, "now let me the fuck go before I..." 

"What," Jamal asked with authority, "what the fuck you gonna do, huh bitch!" 

Cassidy never saw Jamal act this way before, even when they were arguing. Cassidy remembered Jamal when he was such a sweetheart. He serenaded her, gave her flowers, and promised to take care of her. A couple of months together and all he has proven is what a disappointment he became. First, he had dreams of becoming this famous rapper saying that he was going to make it so big that he would top Jay-Z. Second, he said he had a plan to take care of both of them, but one thing she didn't expect was him making and distributing drugs. After that Cassidy didn't know if it was the hood or the pressure of trying to please her that changed him. But he wasn't the same sweetheart he once was. He was streethood, drug dealing, don't give a shit thug Cassidy saw on the streets every day. And it caused a rift in their relationship. The ironic thing is the more he got caught up in the life, the more he started ignoring her. While he was with his homeboys making rocks, Cassidy would sit on the couch pissed off while flipping the channel trying to find something interesting to watch. And the sex. The sex was not what it used to be. He may not be the biggest man in the world, but Cassidy believed it was his ambitions that made the love making so fun. Now they would only get it on when he was in the mood and when she wasn't. 

It came to the point that Cassidy was getting really tired of Jamal's bullshit. He lost his way and she had to get the hell out before she ended up lost with him. But now it felt like the thug life has done more than just turn him into a thug. It was like now his disturbing dream was to become a drug lord. 

"Jamal get off of me!" Cassidy demanded trying to struggle out of his grip. But Jamal refuse to let go. 

"Bitch, I let go when I feel like it!" Jamal cruelly told her. 

"Look Jamal, let go of me now. You are hurting me." 

Jamal cracked a baleful smile as if he was glad to hear he was stronger than her. "Good, maybe it'll teach yo stuck up bitch ass who's in charge." 

"Look, I'm about to slap the shit out of you if you don't let me go!" Cassidy threatened even though she didn't want to on account that they did have something special back in the day, she was serious. 

Jamal's smile grew to the point he was flashing his white teeth. "Bitch I wish you would." 

Cassidy didn't want to go along with his dare, but she had no other choice. She worked hard to get her independence and was not going to let some thug take that away from her because she gave him some good head. Thinking quickly, Cassidy smacked Jamal across his left cheek so hard that the sound reverberated in the air even shocking Simon who held Shanika in place. 

Jamal turned to Cassidy as if he couldn't believe what he felt. He had to admit that was a smack alright. A smack of disrespect. And dissing, "Big Daddy", was not a smart thing to do. 

He wind his hand across his face and with all his man strength back handed her so hard, Cassidy fell to the ground. "Bitch!" 

"What the fuck?!" Shanika said trying to struggle out of Simon's grip angrier than ever. "What the fuck is your problem bitch? I dare you to hit me like that, I'll fuck you up. You short dick bastard!" 

Jamal heard Shanika rant which annoyed him even more. He wanted to come over there and smack her too for having such a big mouth, but did not want to sway away from Cassidy in case she escaped. Instead he turned to Shanika still being held by Simon and pointed. "You betta shut the fuck up you loud mouth bitch or your next." He turned back down to the fallen and shocked Cassidy raising her head up at him showing Jamal the look that he wanted to see all night. Fear. 

"What the fuck is your problem Jamal?" Cassidy asked this time with a calm voice. 

"What the fuck is my problem," Jamal repeated sounding very pissed off, "you wanna know what the fuck is my problem? Stuck up, thinking they can do betta than me, bitches are my problem. Walk'in out on me as if I ain't no good. I thought you were smarter than that." 

Cassidy looked deeply in her ex's baleful like eyes. Even though they were dark brown, she could see the fire burning in them as if it was going to pressure him to lay his hand on her again. But like she thought before, she worked too hard to allow some wannabe thug to change that. "You right Jamal," Cassidy spoke looking sternly into his eyes not letting fear persuade her, "You promised me things you could never deliver. And I get sick and tired of sitting on my ass waiting for you to get your shit together. So you right after all, I can do better." 

Cassidy could see in Jamal's eyes and the way his lip was trembling, she really hit him where it hurts and without touching him. Jamal couldn't take that type of disrespect from some bitch who thought she was better than him, girlfriend or not. He needed to teach this bitch a lesson either to prevent this disrespect from spreading or to make an example of. 

Jamal quickly raised his hand up. But instead of an open hand back or front slap, Cassidy could see that it was balling up into a fist. Cassidy thought that he couldn't lose his mind that bad, but when she saw it was about to come down on her. Cassidy turned her head and closed her eyes, bracing herself for major pain. 

Cassidy waited for the beating to begin but after a few seconds nothing happened. 

"What the fuck?!" Jamal cried in what sounded like utter surprise. 

Cassidy turned her head back to Jamal and opened her eyes and joined her ex in the shock factor. 

Jamal and Cassidy were both interrupted by a woman. Not just any woman. She was very beautiful, with long dark hair that stopped at her shoulders, and besides her beauty she did look a little rough. But for good reason. The woman was taller than Jamal and her and the same size as Simon. Cassidy could see her rock size muscles in her biceps when she flexed. Despite how pretty she looked in the face, the roughness, the height, and muscles showed either she was a he in drag or the She-Hulk looking woman's gym membership really paid off. 

The woman whipped her arm across just like Jamal did earlier and back handed Jamal right in the right cheek with a loud smacking sound. Though Cassidy thought it sounded louder than Jamal's slap. 

The slap made Jamal see flashes as if a car caught him in the middle of the road at night. With the woman still holding onto his wrist, Jamal shook the dizziness off and quickly tried to turn around to return the favor. Only to get smacked really hard again, but this time it was with a big open hand. 

Cassidy watched as her ex was getting man handled by a woman bigger than the both of them. Phenomenal as it looked; deep in the back of Cassidy's mind she was relieved that Jamal was finally getting a taste of his own medicine. 

After a few slaps, Cassidy figured the woman had enough and wrapped her whole hand around Jamal's throat, moving her foot behind his heel, and throwing him forward. Because Jamal tripped over the woman's foot, he spun around and landed hard on the ground. He rose up but stayed on the ground on his hands and knees looking up at another female, or at least he hoped not, staring down at him as if she was hoping he get back up. 

Jamal turned to his sidekick and bodyguard, Simon and so did everyone else. Understanding that it was his turn to test the woman's strength, he threw Shanika aside forcing her on the ground as well, but not as hard as Jamal. 

The woman and Simon stood across from each other staring hard as if showing one another that they are not afraid. 

Even though Simon and Jamal grew up together, he would always get Jamal out of jams. Especially if it meant beating the living shit out of someone who was picking on Jamal or was plotting to. Jamal had a nice body underneath, but unless it was a woman in a short skirt. Jamal couldn't fight worth a damn. The proof was in the pudding. Which was weird how he could have gotten stuck like that from this steroid using bitch. 

Her being the same height and bitch slapping Jamal around didn't faze Simon. Jamal was weak, he knew that. But he was still his boss. And like a good bodyguard he was not going to let some female Hercules bitch beat him, and then embarrass him in front of his boss. 

"So you like to be a hero for little girls huh?" Simon asked taunting more than asking. "Well then, you may be big enough to bitch slap and throw my boss around, but you ain't gonna do that to me." 

The woman just stood there staring balefully at Simon as if he killed someone related to her. Simon stepped up to the woman not going to grab her or hold her study. By the way she manhandled Jamal that was impossible. So he threw a right punch directly in the woman's face. But realized something was wrong when he hit nothing but air. Simon throw another punch and missed. Then an uppercut to the stomach. Women were the weakest sex. So even though the woman was skilled, he knew she had no strength or invulnerability. So one punch in the abdomen would be sufficient enough to not only take her down holding her stomach, but leave her paralyzed enough that she couldn't defend herself against the hailstorm of more fists raining down on her. At least that's was the plan. 

Cassidy, Jamal, and Shanika watched in awe as Simon was throwing and upper cutting rock shaped fist at the woman. And was missing his target repeatedly! Cassidy didn't know who her savior was but she was really making Simon work. As if she was toying with the poor bastard. Big as Simon was, the three wouldn't be surprised if Simon suddenly stopped because of too much exertion of energy. The Muhammad Ali Method. 

The way the woman was dodging every fist that Simon threw at her, she looked like she could go on forever without breaking a sweat. 

Finally, the woman had enough. The last punch Simon threw, the woman raised her arm up shielding her left face to block and at the same time punched Simon so hard in his plumped stomach, drool fell out of Simon's mouth as he bent over like he got hit really hard by a jackhammer. 

The rest of the three watched in stunning amazement as Simon stepped back a few spaces wrapping his thick arms around his stomach as if he was covering up the internal pain. Simon looked up at the mysterious woman and caught a cracked smile on the left side of her face. She was really enjoying this. 

Simon was not going to give this She-Hulk bitch the satisfaction. If he couldn't slug her, than he might as well slam her. 

Trying to fight the pain and using his anger to fuel his rage. Simon quickly charged at the woman raising his arms on both sides preparing to grab her and slam her ass down so hard he hoped he would paralyze her permenately. But somehow the woman was prepared for this. Either that or she had training in the area. 

Carefully not taking her eyes off of Simon, Simon reached down to grab her by the waist. All three watched in shock as the woman place her two long hands on Simon's back shoulders. It may not have been the waist Simon was grabbing for, but he never got the chance. The woman used his shoulder blades to lift herself in the air and flip over to the other side of Jamal standing in the same gesture just like the other side. 

Taking precaution since the woman already proved that he was very bad at making haymakers, Simon was not going to give the woman the chance to do something while his back was turned. As if playing in her own game, Simon rose up to backfist the woman from behind. But just like his feared self, the woman ducked and out of nowhere rose up with an uppercut to Simon's chin. Then a hook punch across Simon's left cheek. With super fast speed, the woman quickly twirled in place as if she was an about to vanish, only to strike with a strong back sidekick to the chest forcing Simon back and trip on his feet. Simon landed on the ground like the rest of them alright. But held himself up with his massive hands. 

Simon was down but not out. He was about to come back with another idea and the mystery woman was prepared. But then something sprayed in his face covering his eyes and mouth. And it started to burn! 

Jamal turned to the perpetrator who blinded his bestfriend and saw Cassidy holding a small bottle of pepper spray. Damn you bitch! Jamal yelled in his thoughts as he visualized running over there and snatching the bottle out of her hand to either give her a taste of her own medicine or throw her to the ground and beat her senseless. 

But payback was going to have to wait for now. Because of this fucking concerned citizen, Jamal's plans to take control and teach his stuck up ex a lesson in abandonment was thwarted. Jamal and Simon had to fight another day, which was fine by him, since he already knew where the bitch lives. 

Before anything else happened to his bestfriend, Jamal ran over to Simon's aid and lifted him up with all his man strength. Whatever that was. "Come on dude," Jamal encourage, "let's get the fuck outta here." 

"What the fuck?!" Simon cried, "I'm not through." 

"Don't worry about homey. Will be back to fight another day." Jamal promised as he helped his bestfriend up so they can retreat. For now. 

Cassidy, Shanika, and the mysterious stranger watched as their two attackers walked away admitting their defeat. 

Cassidy and Shanika turned to the beautiful, yet tall female stranger relieved that she came to the rescue. 

"Thank you very much," Cassidy spoke sounding relieved. 

The mysterious stranger stepped closer to the women looking down at Cassidy since she was assaulted first. "Are you alright?" The woman asked surprising both Cassidy and Shanika that her voice sounded strange as well as she could speak at all. 

Cassidy nodded. "Yeah, I'm alright. He hit like a bitch." 

"What about me?" Shanika asked feeling left out. "Nobody gonna ask if I'm alright." 

"You didn't get smack so hard he almost busted your lip," Cassidy pointed out. 

"Shit, that tall, gorilla, looking nigga held me so tight I though he cut the circulation in my arms," Shanika shot back. 

The woman chuckled. "I'm sorry, are you alright?" 

Shanika looked up at the woman and smiled. "I'm fine thank you." 

Rubbing her chin hoping that would heal the soreness, Cassidy realized that they did not introduce themselves. "I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Cassidy and this is Shanika." 

The woman strangely chuckled again. "No apology needed. It's nice to meet you both. Or should I say, save you both?" 

"Ha, ha, very funny," Shanika said even though the fear was over, she still felt like this was a bad time to be humorous about the situation. Especially when Jamal was about to go psycho on her bestfriend for no apparent reason, "and you might be?" 

The mysterious woman was not mysterious anymore when she reached out her right hand to take theirs in a proper greeting. "My name is Veronica," She introduced with a welcoming smile, "Veronica Stone. But my friend's call me, "V"." 

While V agreed to walk them home, Cassidy walked over to pick up her cell. Lucky for her it didn't fall to pieces. When she went to put it in her dress pocket, she stopped to hear a male voice coming from the cell. 

Cassidy took it out and put it up to her ear. "Hello?" 

"Hello," the man on the other end said, "did you call for a taxi?" 

Cassidy sighed rolling her eyes. "You got to be fucking kidd'in me?" 

"Excuse me. Can you repeat that, I didn't hear you correctly," The boss asked politely on the other end. 

Chapter 5: 

The Rainbow Coalition 

Dr. Allen Zorn stared down into the microscope at the moving cells that were infecting human cells. For four years he has been working on this experiment and miraculously it was a major success. For once humanity who was born different had a chance to grow and come to them too kill who they used to be and become who they should be. For decades these people have been fighting the stigma of straights, homosexuals, lesbians, and Christians. And now they have a way to fight back not just morally but physically and other ways that was left a mystery. That's why it was mostly accentual to round up each and every one of them. Not because of their safety or because they were a danger to society, but to persuade them that the corporation is not what they believe. For Dr. Zorn it was more like wondering what their abilities were. That was mostly what he was interested in. 

Dr. Zorn heard the metal steel door slide open thinking that it was one of the doctors coming back to work at their station. Only to be proved wrong when a voice called out his name he recognized ever time he walked in here to check on their progress. 

"Zorn," The Director called. That's how he called on him, not Dr. but by his last name. It irritated the doctor so much. It felt like his profession meant nothing to him, "How is the serum progressing?" 

"Efficient," Dr. Zorn answered not taking his eye off the scope to face his boss, "slow but efficient." 

"Is there a way to speed this up faster? We are on a time limit you know?" The Director reminded. 

Dr. Zorn sighed tirelessly and turned his eye away from his microscope to face the red haired, dark suit and tie wearing, boss. Wearing sunglasses, Dr. Zorn didn't know what expression he was showing him. The only thing he could tell by the curve of his lips and the way he put both hands on the sides of his hips, he was asking the question seriously. Actually, it sounded more like a demand. 

"Relax Director," Dr. Zorn advised, "have you ever heard the saying patience is a virtue?" 

"I've heard it very well," The Director assured him, "but phrases have no meaning when it comes to results. And so far I have not heard any from this lab." 

Dr. Zorn did not feel like explaining his work or anybody else's to a man dressed like he was one of those agents from, "Men in Black", talking like some Southern KKK member, and had an attitude like Clint Eastwood from, "Dirty Harry". But he needed to know the truth. Hell he was pressuring them for answers. Dr. Zorn might as well give him what he wants. 

"Projects like these don't come overnight. It takes time." 

The Director did not approve of this answer. "Time is of the essence Mr. Zorn. We want to round up all those shemales before they start creating chaos." 

"It's Dr. Zorn," Dr. Zorn corrected, "and it's transsexual and transgender." 

"What?" 

"Transsexual or transgender. That is the proper term. Calling them shemales is like calling them whores, hookers, or pornographers. It's insulting to them." 

The Director stared down at Dr. Zorn as if he told a really crappy joke. The world could be on the edge of turmoil and this nut was correcting them on how to properly name a bunch of chicks with dicks! "Should I give a hot damn what you are suppose to call them?" 

"Actually yes," Dr. Zorn answered, "if they were shemales trust me; they would be a hell of a lot easier to round up." 

The Director did not like being outsmarted by some dweeb who only gets off on staring at a bunch of bacteria looking things. "Okay smartass I get your point. Just make sure your little science project is ready. I don't like waiting for long." 




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With that The Director turned and walked off out the lab, finally leaving Dr. Zorn and his colleagues alone to continue on with their work. 

"Ass!" Dr. Zorn said whispering as he turned back to his microscope to stare at the mutated cells. 

To Dr. Zorn this was an amazing discovery that surprised every scientist in the lab. But for those dimwitted agents, it was what The Director called it before. A science project. They failed to see they were not making a volcano and watching fake lava made out of baking soda and color mix. This was a scientific discovery. Something that doesn't suit one person, but everyone involved. It was a discovery that was going to change the world and for the better. 

The problem was it only worked for a particular type of people. People who for God's cruel joke, were said to be born into the wrong body. And they come to them to desperately fix it, only to become something more. This is what Dr. Zorn has been creating. A special hormone that can not only turn people into the person they feel they are, but to be something more. 

What Dr. Zorn failed to tell The Director is that the serum was already ready. He was just staring into the microscope because he thought they looked so cool. 

Chapter 6: 

Thinking of You 

Cassidy woke up with the sun shining in her face again. But this time she didn't wake up with the same cheery smile she usually has. After what happened last night, Cassidy was being hit with all sorts of emotions. Literally. 

Jamal hit her so hard that she can feel the soreness in her lip. Her ass was sore which didn't make any damn sense since she swore she didn't land that hard on the pavement when that bastard smacked her. To make things a lot weirder, she was saved by a strange woman who gave herself her own code name, V. 

The only thing that made that night unforgettable was when V stopped Jamal from assaulting her and beat his ass so bad that she left bruises. Cassidy wondered what excuse he was given to some of his so called, "Homeboys". The, "I tripped and fell", excuse. 

But what Cassidy couldn't get her mind off of was V. Her perfect long black hair, even though her eyes were naturally dark brown, they looked dark as her hair. Light brown skin looked smooth on the face, but when Cassidy looked at the rest of her body she was shocked to see that a woman with her physique could get that big. Let alone muscular. Cassidy could see by the bulge on V's chest that she had some titties on her. They were bigger than her and Shanika combined. When V was kind enough to walk them home, for some reason Cassidy took a peak at her bottom. Her ass was bigger, plumped, and rounded nicely. It was bigger and better than Shanika and hers. And Cassidy always believed that her ass was not up to par despite what others say differently. 

Even though Cassidy never was infatuated with women before, for some reason when V popped up in her head, she started feeling really strange. And she wasn't talking about the grotesque nature of the same sex. It was quite the opposite. With such strength, Cassidy wondered what it felt like to be held by such a woman and to be up close and personal. Their heads closing in on each other until it was almost like they were close enough to kiss... 

Feelings started to develop in Cassidy's body as if her mind was telling her she needed to free her body from the aching and wanting that she probably was never going to have. Cassidy first touched her own breasts under her shirt she wears for bed. Nerves started surfacing and with the feel of her pierced nipple realized they were hard and pointing upwards. Cassidy reached down with her other hand slipping under her white panties to feel what was happening to her vaginal area, only to find out that she was getting wet and the touch of her clitoris was like hitting a strong nerve that awakened her body. Whoever this woman was, either one look at her put her in a trance or she was just attractive, she had a strong hold on her. Cassidy did not judge others of how they felt about the same sex. Just those other women did nothing for her no matter how sexually attractive they were. What Shanika thought of the matter, she believed people should be who they are. But that was because she experienced what it was like to be with another woman. Mostly because she or both were drunk. But that was Shanika. So why was she masturbating over this woman? She knew V saved her and her friends life, but damn! 

Chapter 7: 

Meeting Unexpected 

"Hey Cassidy!" The manager Mike Ether called. 

Cassidy appeared around the corner of the stove. "Yes Mike?" 

"Will you take Jenny's place on the register; she needs to go on her break." 

"I'll be right there," Cassidy assured. 

Cassidy quickly walked to the register while the long, blonde haired, Jenny left to go on break. Cassidy sighed knowing this was going to be like every other day except when she was off. A very long one. 

At the register Cassidy hid her disappointment to face her customer. "Hello, welcome to the Halo Burger where each meal is like taking a bite out of heaven. May I take your order?" Cassidy asked with a fake smile. Her dickhead of a manager had her practicing repeating that to every customer until she could repeat it by memory. And it was fucking annoying as hell. 

A young girl, probably age 16 ordered a Halo Freestyle Burger. A big patty with ketchup, mustard, mayo, ranch, with a combination of fried bacon and cheddar cheese. Just saying the word alone made Cassidy's stomach rumble. 

After Cassidy told her the price and received the money. She gave her her order number and placed the receipt on the counter next to the register. The teen politely moved to the side where her receipt is so Cassidy can take care of the customer behind the teen. 

Cassidy was busy arranging some of the money the teen gave her knowing the presence of the next customer waiting to tell her their order. "I'm sorry," Cassidy apologized, "I need to get this arranged first and I'll get to you in a quick minute." 

"Take your time." Cassidy's arrangement of the company's money came to a halt after hearing the voice she recognized all too well. Cassidy raised her head up quickly, her heart beating fast as if she just heard the love of her life. 

There standing before her flashing that same smile she seen before was V. Cassidy couldn't help but stare at her smile of flashing white teeth. Her pitch black hair was tied in a long and beautiful ponytail. Cassidy knew she was going to work out after she ate her lunch because she was wearing a tight blue bra where it shaped out her voluptuous breasts. Cassidy had a clear view of her shapely cut muscles in her arms. But what surprised Cassidy even more was the tight, squared, abs that revealed them under the skin of her stomach. Every muscle in V's body was revealing itself as if her skin was another attire that tightened around her body. 

Cassidy felt the heat return in her body and felt the wetness between her thighs. She was lucky she was wearing a tampon or else she would have to put on some new panties. 

The smile V showed faded into confusion. "Um, are you alright?" 

The question made Cassidy snap out of her trance and brought her back to work. "Oh, I'm sorry." Cassidy apologized looking down at the open register filled with money. She quietly shut it and turned her attention to V. Smile returning, she prepared to continue doing her job. "Is there anything you need," Cassidy shook her head knowing she might have asked the wrong question that fit her job description, "I mean, welcome to Holy Burger. May I take your order?" 

V chuckled. "You missed the second saying," Cassidy looked at her confused. V leaned closer to the counter so she could whisper but was sure Cassidy would be the only one to hear, "you forgot to say the meals here were so good that it was like taking a bite out of heaven." 

Cassidy laughed lightly. It was even more laughable that V distracted her so much, she forgot her lines. "Thank you. My boss has us repeating those lines over and over to customers. It is almost like he is trying to make us talk to customers in some type of Stepford style. We really hate it, a lot." 

V chuckled again. "I know the feeling." Hungry and going back to her main objective, V searched on the menu and stared hard at the pictures of the delicious food. "I think I would have the Grilled Griffin without ketchup, mustard, and mayo and a large drink please." 

"Good choice," Cassidy said typing in the price. The Grilled Griffin was grilled chicken straight off the grill. It had a topping of ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, one strip of lettuce, and tomato. A lot of people ask for it when they are looking to eat heavy food but with fewer calories. "Will that be it?" 

"Yes ma'am," V answered. 

For the first time Cassidy was happy to see a customer and flash her the welcoming smile and mean it. "Grilled Griffin coming right up." 

"Thank you." V said politely stepping aside so Cassidy can take care of others. 

Cassidy hoped that V was not a fast eater. It would be a shame to get to know her on her break and she already ate and gone. 

After Cassidy was excused for her break, she quickly took off her Halo Burger hat and gown and made her way out of the kitchen and to the seats. She looked around hoping to find V, but there was no luck. Cassidy sighed hoping maybe she will see her again on the streets or a mall somewhere and was going to the register to order her food until she heard voice she happily recognized. 

"Looking for me?" Cassidy turned to her right to see V sitting in a booth. If she was a snake Cassidy would have been bit a long time ago. 

V made movement with her eyes and nodded letting Cassidy know she is allowed to sit across from her. With her heart racing either by love or nervousness, Cassidy happily sat across from V in the booth. 

"So I see you have been watching me?" V spoke taking a sip of her cup of sprite. 

Cassidy gave her a look as if she did not know what the hell she was talking about. "What are you talking about?" 

"What do you mean, "What am I talking about", you have been watching me." 

"I'm just surprised to see you that's all," Cassidy admitted even though it was half the truth. 

"Why, you never thought you were going to see me again?" 

Cassidy chuckled. "Well...no." 

V showed Cassidy her beautiful smile. "I guess you have a point. I guess when they invented the old saying, "It's a small World", they were not kidding were they?" 

Cassidy returned the smile. "No they weren't, but I'm glad the saying was true. After that night I didn't think I was going to see you again." 

"I have to admit, I didn't think I was going to run into you either," V admitted, "but here we are." 

Cassidy looked down for a minute and back up at V still holding onto the smile. "So who else have you saved before or after we met?" 

V chuckled again. "Why, you think I'm some sort of female superhero vigilante browsing around the city wearing a mask, tight clothing, and a cape?" 

"After what me and my friend saw that night, I would not be surprise if I caught you jump over a building with a single leap and run faster than a speeding bullet." 

V quietly laughed at that statement. "I guess you have a point there." 

"So, is it true?" 

"What?" 

"Are you some female superhero vigilante that prowls the night finding criminals who hurt good people like me?" Cassidy asked but she didn't know if she was just playing around or actually flirting. 

"Not always," V admitted, "only some of the time when it's convenient." 

Cassidy's eyes widened. "Oh, so you just happen to save me and my friend out of convenience, not out of the kindness of your heart?" 

"Oh don't worry, I was going to save you and your friend regardless," V corrected, "I was just taking a friendly stroll through the city and I happen to hear arguing between you and your man." 

Cassidy's flirtatious smile turned sour. "He is not my man." 

"Oh excuse me, ex." V corrected. 

"He's not that either." Cassidy corrected but with more attitude. 

V was beginning to be confused. A street thug happens to find two beautiful women just to beat the shit out of them for no reason. There had to be some connection between the two. "You a prostitute?" 

Cassidy's seriousness now turned disgust. "Do I look like a prostitute? I wouldn't be working at this shitty job if that was the case." 

"Careful," V warned looking over at the register, "you don't want your boss to hear you say that in front of the customers." 

Cassidy scoffed. "For seven dollars and twenty-five cents an hour, hell I yell it out to the world to let everybody know if it means my manager is paying me more." 

V's smile widened. "I like a girl who fights for what she believes in." 

Cassidy leaned forward as if wanting to whisper. Her smile returned but V could tell it was in a flirtatious nature. "What are you fighting for?" 

V's smile turned flirtatious. "I fight for a lot of things. One of them happened that night." 

"You were fighting for me? I'm flattered." 

"I just think men should know to respect a lady. You know the old saying, "You don't know how good you got it until it's gone"." 

Cassidy's smile also widened but her flirtatious expression didn't change. "You think I'm a good thing?" V gave Cassidy the stare that she has been dreaming about. The stare that said she wanted her. The question is how badly? Cassidy saw that V was about to answer her question but she looked down at her watch. "Damn," she cursed, annoyed that her break was up and had to tirelessly go back to work, "I'm sorry, I have to go back to work." Cassidy got up from the booth still keeping her eyes on V as if making sure her face and body were burned into her memory. "I guess that means I'll see you again sometime?" 

V got out of the booth standing up taller than Cassidy. "I would be honored if we did." V reached out her hand to shake hers. Cassidy shook her hand but felt something soft, which is weird since V looked like she was built to crush human bone. "I'll see you around." And V turned and walked straight to the double glass doors. 

Cassidy watched as V opened another set of double glass doors and was gone. But what Cassidy realized is that softness she felt in V's hand ended up in hers. She looked down and opened her hand to see Halo Burger's name brand napkin. On it was the letter, "V", and her number written in blue ink. Cassidy stared down at the napkin and this enlightened feeling hit her inside making her smile. Knowing the napkin was important, she stuck the napkin deep in her pocket where she would not forget it. If so, she would know where it was when she thought about seeing V. She went back to work feeling a new energy like she just woken up from a wonderful dream that now was coming true. And just as luck has it, she happens to be off Saturday. And that's when all types of plans developed in her mind. 

Chapter 8: 

The Downlow 

"That bitch is crazy," Jamal "Big Daddy" Sims said as he inhaled the blunt and passed it on to his friend and part of his entourage, Mike Loughrey, "that bitch don't know who she fuck'in wit." 

Jamal passed the blunt over to Mike who happily took it placed it in his mouth inhaling the deep, chronic, aroma and then blew it out in a heavy stream of smoke as he took it out of his mouth. "If she is such a bitch and you don't want nothing to do with her why you want to beat the shit out of her though?" 

"Just try'in to bring her back to her senses that's all. Remember where she came from." Jamal explained. 

"Nigga you gotta let that shit go. The doe you make, you can have plenty of hoes shar'in yo dick in a minute." Mike pointed out passing the blunt back to Jamal. 

"True dat, true dat, but I think the way she left was pretty foul though." 

Mike turned to him with a look that said he was still confused. "Nigga, are you still in love wit dat bitch?" 

Jamal turned to Mike showing an expression that almost revealed his true feelings. He did not like anyone calling his girl a bitch except him. And Mike was right. As many women from the hood he has fucked over the few months, for some reason he still could not get Cassidy off his mind. That's probably the reason why he has been smoking a lot more than usual. He didn't know if he was still stuck on Cassidy because their love has been strong since they were in middle school or maybe she knew how to rock the shit out of him when they went to bed. Either way, thinking about her made Jamal think that he was suffering from obsession. He just didn't know why all the other bitches in the hood succumb to him and his lifestyle and she dogged him like he was nothing after all those years together? It was an annoying fucking mystery he couldn't solve. 

"Hell nah, I ain't in love wit dat hoe," Jamal defended himself, "she wanted to work at dat burgers for heaven making shitty food and bullshit money, dats her problem. Shiiit, I'm liv'in the life." 

"I heard dat," Mike agreed. 

"So what about your girl?" Jamal asked changing the subject off of him. 

"Oh, you mean Anna? We straight." Mike answered taking the blunt and smoking it and handing it back. 

"I've been wonder'in, what does Mexican pussy taste like?" 

Mike chuckled. "First off, she's Salvadorian and second I don't taste pussy. I fuck it." 

Both men laughed. 

"Dats what I'm talk'in about," Jamal agreed giving Mike their secret handshake. "You should write dat shit down and make it out of a T-shirt or someth'in." 

"Fuck you nigga," Mike attacked playfully, "dat is my idea." Both of them laughed again sharing their blunt. "She pregnant though." 

Jamal's eyes lit up in surprise. "For real, how did you find out?" 

Mike coolly put the blunt up to his lips and inhale and exhaled after taking it out. "She called me yesterday. She went to the clinic last week and found out." 

"Damn. And the girl just now put this shit on you after she knew for a week?" Jamal asked. 

Mike shrugged. "She probably was scared to tell me. Probably worried I would freak out or some shit." 

"And you weren't?" 

Mike shrugged again. "I'm cool wit it. Its life you know?" 

"True dat, true dat," Jamal understood taking another drag from his blunt. He stared at the blunt hard and back at his friend. For some reason he started getting a rise from his pants. "Yo bro," Mike silently turned to him ready to listen, "you ready to do dat thang?" 

Mike gave him that look as if he did not know what the hell he was talking about. "What are you talk'in about nigga?" 

"You know, dat thang me and you do," Jamal leaned over a little so Mike can hear him clearly and hopefully he would understand the second time, "you know, when it's just mean and you?" Jamal could see the look on Mike's eyes as he glanced around hoping nobody was around. "Don't worry nigga, nobody's here but us, I promise." Jamal assured. 

"You sure?" Mike asked his heart beating and secretly he too was getting a rise out of his pants. 

"Nigga, have I ever stirred you wrong? Come on dude we do this all the time." 

Mike sighed heavily. Jamal was right, they have been doing this for some time now. But it was when they were nobody's in the hood. Now that Jamal was well notice for making money, drug selling, and robbing, everybody from the hood started coming over for private parties taking drugs, having sex from some of the hood rats who thought they were cool, and playing video games or watching really cool movies. Hell, Mike even enjoyed the spoils of the life when Jamal ordered some of his jump-offs to lead him into one of his private rooms for some private time. That's why he willingly allowed himself to be taken when Jamal strangely asked. He was nervous at first but when they did it he didn't understand what the hell he was feeling. Did he like it? Did he get off knowing that what they were doing was some sort of thrill? Or was he just plain out confused as hell? 




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Whatever it was, Mike never complained because his dick got hard every time Jamal brung it up. As if they were going on some type of thrill ride. Besides he didn't have to be there all the time if he didn't like it. Even if he did visit Jamal most of the time, he could have said no a long time ago. Even though it did make him the bitch in the relationship, Jamal would make up for it by promising hoes that would do whatever he says just because he was cool. That's how he met and fell in love with Anna. 

"Okay," Mike allowed. 

Jamal took one drag of his blunt and placed it in the ashtray without smothering it. It was still smoking and even if it did go out, the small blunt was still good enough to light up again and finish. 

The routine was the same. Mike took one heavily, big, sigh and got up from the couch only to get back on by resting his hands and knees with his ass in the air. As for his ass, he pulled down his red shorts along with his boxers to show Jamal his behind. 

Jamal did the same except he whipped out his penis now hardened not because of Mike's ass, but what he enjoyed doing with it. He moved in closer positioning himself behind Mike. 

Taking a really deep breath Mike braced himself as he felt the pulsing head of Jamal's penis touched his anus. Mike tried to allow himself to open up at will but it was like his body was telling him no. But that didn't stop Jamal making him push as hard as he could making his friend gasp feeling the head enter first. 

"You okay man?" Jamal asked but truthfully he was unconcerned. 

Like always, Mike was feeling weird but was still able to take Jamal's length. "Yeah I'm alright." 

Not asking if Mike was sure or if he wanted him to stop, Jamal pushed further in and this time filling up Mike whole. Jamal slowly pulled out halfway and made Mike scoot up on the couch by pushing his way back in. Jamal kept fucking him repeatedly until he felt the heat building in his balls signaling that he was ready to erupt any second. 

"You ready my nigga?" Jamal warned. "Here it comes." 

Mike has always felt Jamal's spunk shoot into him as if he didn't care about courtesy. It felt weird as well as warm but after something that strong blew into him, he came mysteriously. Maybe it was more of a chain reaction to the body than it is to the mind? Plus he couldn't shit for a week like he was constipated. 

Jamal felt his balls explode and the semen flow through his hard penis as if they were locked up in his testes and finally breaking out and taking their freedom for granted by shooting out God knows where. In this case, inside another human being. 

Mike felt Jamal's warm, gooey wet, cum shoot straight up in his ass and he came as a result but this time on the couch him and everybody else lean back on. 

Both men sat apart with each other with Jamal breathing hard as he pulled up his sagging pants. 

"Thanks man," Jamal said, "I really needed it that." 

Mike sat at the other end of the couch not saying a word but thinking about what just happened. Jamal really owed him for this. 

Mike turned to his own gooey semen, slowly sliding down the couch. "I'll get that up for yah dog." 

"Nah, nah," Jamal spoke letting him know not to bother, "don't worry about it dog." 

Mike was confused. "You just go 'in to leave it there?" 

"Yep," Jamal corrected, "don't worry about it dog it will dry overnight. No one will notice." 

Chapter 9: 

First Date 

Cassidy called V and just like she hoped, V answered. 

"Hello?" V asked. 

"Hey," Cassidy spoke, "How are you doing?" 

"Depends, who is this?" 

Cassidy's jaw dropped like she was appalled. "You don't know who this is, after you gave me your number yesterday?" 

The phone went silent for a moment. "Oh, I'm sorry," V apologized making Cassidy feel a lot better, "how are you doing Lashonda?" 

Now Cassidy pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the phone like it called her a bitch right in her face. "Who?!" 

Cassidy was about to hang up until V laughed. The laugh was so loud that even Cassidy could hear it even though her ear was away from the phone. "I'm sorry girl; I just had to do that. How are you doing Cassidy?" 

Relieved but not in the mood, Cassidy put the phone back on her ear. "You lucky I like you or I would have hung up on your ass." 

"Oh girl you ain't going to hang up on me. You like me way too much to risk that, or you would have not used my number at all." V pointed out. 

Cassidy didn't want to admit it but V was right. Even if she called her by Jamal's name, she still would have stayed on the phone hoping V would correct herself. Hell, even if she was getting with her ex, she still would have talked to her. "Ha, ha, ha very funny V," Cassidy said sarcastically not letting the joke get to her, "so what are you up too?" 

"Why?" V asked sounding curious, flirtatious, and suspicious at the same time. 

Cassidy chuckled flirtatiously. "Why you asking a question with a question?" 

"Hey you asked not me. I'm just making sure I heard you right, that's all." V explained hearing the tease. 

"Well, I was hoping to treat you for some dinner tonight. You know, for saving me and my friend's life?" Cassidy explained. 

"Your friend is not going to join us?" 

"You mean Shanika? I think she is with her boyfriend or girlfriend getting drunk or something. Anyway she is busy with somebody. I can hardly get her ass on the phone let alone come visit her since she is probably drinking herself to sleep." 

"Yeah, I noticed that when I walked you two home that night." V said, "by the way, does she drink like that every day?" 

"Only on her happy days." 

V chuckled. "What happens when she's sad?" Both of them laughed at the sarcasm. "No seriously, I think your friend needs to go too AA." 

Cassidy scoffed. "Girl Shanika has been drinking all her life. She's practically immune to it." 

"If you say so." V said hoping that Cassidy was right. Calling her on the phone because Cassidy needed closure after finding her friend dead somewhere from drinking alcohol like a fish drinks water would have been devastating. 

"Well, do you want to meet or not?" Cassidy asked in a flirtatious manner but hoping V would take her seriously. 

"Ummm, let me think," V said sounding like she was stalling. Cassidy kept her flirtation but deep inside she was getting really annoyed. Did V want to get too know her or not? , "so you really want to meet me, huh?" 

Cassidy was getting frustrated by the cat and mouse game V put her in. It almost made her want to hang up if V kept up with the game. Instead, Cassidy kept the phone to her ear hoping that she could persuade V. "Yes I want to meet you. Come on what's taking you so long to answer the question?" 

The phone fell silent for a second making Cassidy wonder if she hung up on her. But then V's voice returned. "Where are you taking me?" 

Cassidy smiled knowing that V was hooked. "That's a surprise." 

"I thought you had enough of surprises after that night?" V asked. 

"Don't worry," Cassidy assured her, "no one is going to jump out at us, so you don't have to worry about beating up a thug or something. It will be just you and me, that's it." 

"Mmmm, a surprised dinner, just the two of us? Sounds like a date to me?" V suspected. 

Cassidy's heart began to beat fast out of nervousness. She didn't want to make it obvious, but there was some truth to what V was suspecting. She did want to reward her for saving her and her friend's life, but she was confused about her feelings for V. Maybe this was a way to find out if Cassidy was really developing strong feelings for her sexy hero or it was just a harmless crush. 

Cassidy knew she had to play it cool or one wrong word could change her plans and their friendship. "Take it anyway you want," Cassidy answered, "but I would really be honored if you join me for one night out, without the street thugs, psychos, and the senseless violence and it's on me." 

Cassidy's cell fell silent again, but this time she didn't fret. She knew V was thinking about what she promised, even though the whole thing sounded suspicious to her. Cassidy calmly listened as V's voice came back knowing she was going to give her the answer she has been waiting for. 

"Okay," V spoke. For some strange reason Cassidy's smile widened as if she just won a major victory. "I give you a shot." 

"I'm glad you came to your senses." Cassidy joked. "Meet me at The Pandemonium at eight. Trust me, you won't regret it." 

"Okay now," V said sounding like she was about to make a warning, "I'm going to hold you to that." 

"Alright, see you there." 

"Good night sweetie." 

And they both hung up at the same time. 

After negotiating their meeting, or date, V hung up at the same time Cassidy did. She sat at her kitchen table in the nude eating some plain oatmeal. "The Pandemonium". V wasn't sure if Cassidy and her meeting were nothing more than a thank you. But The Pandemonium was this luxury hotel in the city. She doubted that they were going to eat in one of their luxury rooms. There could be only one place in the expensive building they could go to have an expensive dinner, The Jubilee. 

They have an elegant bar where they serve one of the best drinks, probably from overseas, and the best food money could buy. Problem was the food and drinks were expensive. So Cassidy paying for all of it despite working for a fast food joint for minimum wage sparked V's interests. 

As she finished her oatmeal, she couldn't wait until tomorrow. Just to see how her new friend was going to pull it off. But couldn't wait for the time for them to get really acquitted since she knew Cassidy had a major crush on her. To make things more interesting, she did too. This was good since Cassidy looked like a very good match for her. With their looks and her abilities, this meeting just to say thank you was about to evolve into something more than just friends. 

V smiled as she jumped into her bed naked, ready to dream the future of the two of them together. She just couldn't wait. 

Chapter 10: 

The Pandemonium and The Jubilee 

Cassidy was at The Jubilee already sitting at the table drinking water. She wanting to drink her favorite red wine, but wanted to wait until her date, or friend, enters the bar and grill. So Cassidy sat alone looking around at the place with so much elegance and took her clear, flavored, water and sipped it slowly, hoping V will be here in time before she ended up full. 

Cassidy looked at the time on her cell. It was only 7:54pm. V had 6 minutes before it actually hit 8. It wasn't enough time but close enough for V to be there before time runs out. Plus she was going to give V 30 minutes before she figured it out and left. 

After it hit 7:59pm, Cassidy picked up the cell and found V's name. Though she spelled it, "Veronica", her real name, made her feel like she was waiting on a friendship dinner from, Big Daddy, formerly known as Jamal. What a joke. 

Cassidy was about to press the number to call V but was interrupted by a voice and presence she knew too well. 

"Excuse me. Were you going to call me?" Cassidy looked up at the tall, muscularly lean, Nubian woman and was really shocked at what she was wearing. 

V had a silky, sparkling, red dress that revealed her lean muscular arms all the way up to her bare broad shoulders. In the middle Cassidy saw her cleavage of her voluptuous breasts hidden behind the dress. It was like she was dressed for a red carpet event, not an ordinary dinner or a date. 

Cassidy hung up and put the phone back down on the table. "Wow, you're here?" 

V took a glimpse at her watch. "I'm not late am I?" 

"No you're not," Cassidy said reassuring her that everything was okay, "please have a seat." 

"Don't mind if I do," V said sitting on the other side of the round table. 

Usually, as a woman the man is supposed to stand up and take out the chair so his girlfriend would be comfortable and trusting enough to sit down. In this case there were two women at the dinner table, who should be treated equally if there was a double date. But instead it was just two females together. 

"Nice place," V commented. 

"Thank you, I thought you might like it." Cassidy said. 

A male waiter dressed in black slacks, white dress shirt, with a black vest around it appeared at the table in front of them. "Welcome to The Jubilee. I am Danny. May we start with what you two wonderful ladies like to drink?" 

Cassidy and V glanced at each other impressed with the waiter's introduction followed by servicing them with refreshments by polite mannerism. 

Despite V's suspicion, this was all about getting to know her more than just two friends meeting. 

"I would like orange juice please?" V asked. 

"You know I can get you a little something stronger?" Cassidy informed. 

"You mean something like beer or wine?" 

Cassidy nodded. "Yeah, why not. I'm paying for it." 

V shrugged. After meeting her at a fast food restaurant making minimum wage, she wondered how on earth she is going to pay for this. "I would like a red wine please?" 

Danny turned to Cassidy who didn't bother to look at the menu. "I'll have the same thank you." 

Danny took their orders by memory like a pro and nodded in agreement. "Red wine coming right up." And he walked off fetching for what they both want. 

"Red huh?" Cassidy spoke with a smile. "Must be your favorite color?" 

V sparked a welcoming smile. "Not really. Blue is more like it," She corrected, "I'm just wearing this because I like dressing up for important events. But don't tell anybody." 

"Don't worry," Cassidy promised, "your secrets safe with me." Cassidy took a sip of her water and leaned over the table as if to say something close to a whisper. Again, her flirtatious nature appeared. "So you think I'm important?" 

V looked like she was thinking about it. "Well, now since I'm here I'm started think you are more like my lucky charm." 

Cassidy's smile widened. "Well, I wouldn't say that. More like fate." 

Now it was V's turn for her eyes to widen. "You really think this is fate?" 

Cassidy shrugged. "We did meet under strange circumstances." 

"Actually violent but I'm not going to get into that," V corrected. 

"Please don't," Cassidy laughed. 

Cassidy and V searched through their menu and by the time Danny came back with two big rounds of wine glasses and a tall, glass bottle, of red wine, Danny took their orders. They were confused and had to ask good questions about the food since they were in foreign languages. Once they made their decisions, Danny took their orders by memory again and took their menus and left to tell the chef. 

After a few minutes of hunger and anticipation, Danny returned with two plates of their most elegant meals. They both didn't know what the hell the food was called but it taste so damn good that it didn't even matter. 

"This shit is really damn good," Cassidy commented with her mouth half full. 

"Yeah, really good," V agreed. 

"So tell me, where do you work?" Cassidy asked changing the subject. 

V waited until she swallowed her food. "Well, I went to Cambridge University College and got my masters degree in nutrition and physical health. After that I started working at the Power House." 

Cassidy stared at V surprised. The Power House was one of the most talked about and intense workout gyms throughout the city of Chicago. She has spoke to many people who have been there and have heard and seen positive results. So she decided to try it out herself. Once she went there she paid for a 3 week trial. They worked her ass so hard, jogging on the treadmill for an hour until she almost threw up. Doing so many crunches until her stomach cramped. Doing 50 pushups starting with, "Sir", every time she tried to lift herself up until her forearms ache. But after those 3 weeks she was through. But she did lose a couple of pounds and gained some muscle as a result, so all that hard work wasn't all in vain. "I've worked out there before." 

"Really, how did you like it?" 

"It was intense," Cassidy answered honestly, "but not without positive results. Funny, I've never seen you there before." 

"When did you take the trial?" V asked. 

"Last year in June." 

V nodded understanding why they never met sooner. "I just started four months ago." 

"No wonder you look like you can lift up a 300 pound man." Cassidy joked but hoping she didn't go too far." 

V scoffed. "Girl please, 500 at the most." 

Both women laughed hysterically. So far Cassidy have noticed that V had a wonderful personality and her lighthearted sarcasm showed that she was someone who she could have a positive relationship with for a very long time. What kind of relationship, she did not know. 

Chapter 11: 

The Truth 

After dinner, both Cassidy and V were full. Which was amazing since they had one appetizer, two meals, and one dessert. Even though there was little on their plates, Cassidy and V were full to the extent they thought they couldn't move. But to V's surprise Cassidy actually paid for it. 

Cassidy and V walked out of The Pandemonium satisfied, full, and a little tipsy. As they made down the street waiting for a taxi. V agreed to pay since it was only a few bucks compared to two hundred dollars. 

"I know I should keep my mouth shut and all but..." 

"How did I pay for an expensive dinner since I work at a burger joint getting paid shit?" Cassidy completed V's sentence. 

V smiled. "Well I did think you saved up for this moment. I hope your rent is not do." 

Cassidy chuckled. "No my rent is just fine. To answer your question, my grandmother worked hard as a maid cleaning houses for rich white people all her life." 

"So all those years of saving up actually paid off?" V finished. 

"Five hundred thousand-fifty-eight dollars and forty-two cents exactly." Cassidy corrected. 

V's eyes lit up as if she was the one who hit the jackpot. "Damn girl, makes me wish me you were related. What about the rest of your family?" 

"I'm the only one that was given the money in her will." 

"Why not the rest of your families?" 

Cassidy wondered if she was conveying too much. "I never knew my father so it was just me and my mother. My mother was a prostitute and later on her brother turned her onto drugs after I turned 16. As for the rest of my family, either they were on drugs, gangs, prison, or dead." 

"I'm guessing you were the only member of the family that didn't join in on the fun?" V assumed hoping her sarcasm wasn't offensive. 

"You guessed right," Cassidy said with a smile, "I was the only one that took care of my grandmother when she got cancer. I would visit her at the hospital and sit by her bed and talk and read to her until the end." 

"What about the rest of the family?" V asked hoping she was not hear the bad side of her life story. 

Cassidy curved her lip as if V should know but was going to tell her anyway. "They didn't visit her." 

V was taken aback. "You mean you are the only member of the family that cared for her?" 

"Yeah, I wished my mother and my uncle would just get off of drugs so they could have at least say goodbye. But I think about it and say to myself, maybe they should stay on drugs. Knowing that they missed out on so much probably would've been devastating." 

"Try horrifying," V said trying not to imagine the pain Cassidy went through. 

"The real pain was my mother was so doped up, she told all the members of my family as if I won the lottery. Some of the members of my family would call me up and asked me to loan them some cash so they could pay their rent, phone bill, even to bail them out," V could see the sorrow in Cassidy's voice as if she was struggling to let it all out, "I almost fell for it, but lucky for me my grandmother stated in her will that I should receive the money after I reach 21." 




Genesis: Sucker Punched



V could understand how that works. "So you get a chance to work for what you got to understand the value of a dollar?" 

"Right." Cassidy corrected. 

"So did you tell your ex-boyfriend?" V asked. 

Cassidy gave her a disgusted look. "Hell no. Knowing him he probably spend it all on buying and selling drugs and probably leave me with nothing." 

"All that time you two been together and you still couldn't trust him?" V asked. 

"Well, I wanted to help him. But his dream to be a rapper bigger than Jay-Z was not really good career choice." Cassidy explained, "I've seen a lot of other thugs that can rap better than him and yet they are still stuck in the same place they were born in. I faced the reality that it was dream that was never coming true. So I decided to chase my own." 

"There is one more question that hasn't been answered yet," V said. 

"Why Halo Burger?" Cassidy finished. V raised her eyebrows signaling Cassidy was correct. "Well, even though I have the money. I'm waiting for the right time to use it for something special. Like college or something. Until then I'm working minimum wage so I can make up my mind on what I decide for my future." 

V nodded impressed with her wise decision on life and how not to repeat her mother or the rest of their family's mistakes. 

Changing the attention off her, Cassidy turned to V with a smile. "So, tell me something?" 

V smiled back. "What do you want to know?" 

"Anything interesting. You must do something beside wake up, go to work, get off, come home, and sleep?" 

V was about to answer her until she spotted someone coming straight towards them. 

"Veronica Stone?" A bald headed, African-American, man dressed in a black suit and tie with an open dark coat covering him called out to V. Beside him was another man. A dark haired Caucasian man dressed the same way walked along side him. Cassidy and V saw the look on their faces. And they both look like they mean business. 

"May I help you?" V asked getting suspicious. 

The African-American man in black lifted up what looked like to Cassidy and V a black wallet. But he opened it showing a gold, shiny, badge that signal that he was a very important authority figure. "I'm Agent K and this is Agent G," Agent K introduced, "we are going to need you to come with us." 

"What for?" Cassidy asked hoping this was not what she thought it was. 

"Ma'am this doesn't concern you," Agent K told her both men walking but also looked like they were rushing to them as if they were going to jet soon as they get close. 

"The hell it does," Cassidy shot back. 

V chivalrously stepped in front of Cassidy in case one of the agents start something they definitely are not going to finish. "You two mind telling me why I should willingly come to you?" 

The agents stopped right in front of them. Cassidy could see that they both had this creepy villainous smile. It was like they have been searching for V for years and just now found her. Something was not right. 

"You are going to need to come with us," Agent K told V letting the two nervous women know he was not asking. 

V had a clue that these men really were but before she started exploding on the dumbasses in black, she needed to make sure that these men are you she thought they were. "You mind telling me what I did wrong?" 

"Lady, I don't think you need us to answer that?" Agent K said sounding and looking more mischievous than ever. 

Cassidy noticed something was not right. If these were detectives or F.B.I agents, why didn't they do the normal routine? They didn't order V to, "Put your hands on top of your head", or , "Put your hands behind your back". They didn't even bring out the handcuffs. 

Either these weren't cops or the television show she hilariously recognized her drug addicted arrested cousin on was plain and utter lie. 

The Agent K stood in front of them pulling back his dark coat so his hands could rest on his hips. "Are you going to come peacefully or do we have to choose other methods of corroboration?" And just to prove that they mean business, at the same time Agent K slid his left coat back while his hand was still on his hip. Cassidy and probably V caught the 9mm Glot still in its holster. Like any other thug or cop, the Agents revealed their weapons to them as if to tell them they had the power and not V.  

Cassidy looked at V. Unlike her Cassidy's heart was beating so fast it was like her chest went numb. But V had this look on her face she has seen when she saved her and her friend's life from Jamal and his punk ass bodyguard. The looked that said, "I wish you would use that gun on me"." 

"V, maybe you better go with them?" Cassidy advised not wanting to let her go that easily, but she didn't want her to get shot either. 

"Cassidy I would love to do that, if these guys were the law," V excused. 

Cassidy looked up at V confused and back at the Agents. 

Agent K sighed. He hate it when weak like bitches act like they are stronger than they look. It was really testing his patience. "Look Veronica, we are not here to debate with you. We can do this the easy way..." Cassidy turned along with V as they both heard footsteps from behind. More men in black appeared out of nowhere. Probably 20 of them standing in position as if waiting for orders. "Or we can do this the hard way. It's up to you?" 

Now Cassidy was really confused. It was evidence that V looked intimidating, but damn! This was overkill. 

"Well," Agent K told V ready to start a war, "what's it going to be?" 

V stared hard at the agents in front and back. By the look on her face, she didn't looked scared at all. She turned to the two agents and said something that Cassidy never expected: "I always do things the hard way," V told them with an mischievous smile of her own, "it's more fun this way." 

Chapter 12: 

Ambushed 

Cassidy's heart was beating and faster than it ever had. She did not know what the hell was going on. First she was taking her savior on a dinner date for her reward for saving her and friends life. Everything was going good until they walked outside and got ambushed by a group of men dressed up in black suits with their first name Agent and ends with a letter. Cassidy never knew anyone with names like that work enforcement. But for some reason V looked like they have met before. And hated each other. 

"So this is where you're going to take it Veronica?" Agent K asked the tone in his voice sounding threatening. 

"You know me. It is what it is," V responded bravely. 

Cassidy looked down at V's hands balled up in a tight fist. They were so muscularly thick, one punch probably would have knocked the agents out let alone break their jaw. 

Cassidy had one more question and made a last attempt to calm the situation. "V what did you do?" 

"It's what they did," V said not keeping her eyes off the agents in front of her. 

"What the hell you mean, "They did it"?" Cassidy asked really wanting to know what the hell was going on. Were these officers going to commit another Rodney King right in front of her? The only thing Cassidy could do was make one last attempt to calm the situation even though everyone looked like their minds were made up. "Listen V, maybe you should go with the officers alright. I told you, I have money. If it is not a big deal like I think it is, I will get you out in about an hour." 

"I know baby," V spoke still keeping her eye on the agents, "if these guys were officers of the law, trust me I would give myself up in a heartbeat. But trust me, where these guys are taking me not even bail can get me out." 

None of this was making any sense to Cassidy. Why would a bunch of so called, Agents, who don't work for law enforcement and have letters for names want V? Why so many? And why in the hell is she stuck in the middle? 

Cassidy looked around hoping there was an escape route her and maybe V could get away. But the Agents had them surrounded. And if Cassidy knew what she thought she knew. V was going to put up one hell of a fight before they take her down. 

V turned to Cassidy putting both hands on her upper arms. Cassidy wanted to tell V that she was holding her too tight but despite the circumstances, her pain was not a priority right now. 

"Cassidy sweetie," V started. Cassidy can see the seriousness in her eyes, "I need you to stand over there alright. When you see them distracted when the shit goes down, you run. You run for your life and don't look back. Promise?" 

Cassidy was confused. She did not know what V did to deserve this but it must have been really important to bring so many people. Even though V would give her a chance to get the hell out of there, deep inside Cassidy felt like if she ran without looking back, she may never see or hear from V again. The thought worried her. 

"Look, we can talk about this," Cassidy compromised. 

V was not going to have. She shook Cassidy a little as if trying to make snap back into reality before it was too late. "Listen to me. There is no negiotiations with these people. They are here for me not you. You are just someone who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And if this shit is going to happen, like I think will happen. You will be collateral damage. And I won't be able to live with that." 

"Look whatever they are going to do to you, I'll have your back...!" Cassidy's explanation for standing by V's side was cut short when V came down and planted her lips on hers. 

The kiss set off all the firing nerves in Cassidy's body like V's lips to hers sparked a shock to her system. Cassidy's body was inflamed with passion so hot that she almost forgot the Agents were present. 

Agent K, G, and the other Agents glanced at each other and back at the two women passionately kissing. They suspected the subject would put up a fight but they never expected this. 

V broke away from the kiss freeing Cassidy from her soul connection. Still stuck in a trance, Cassidy shook her head trying to shake the dizziness off and focus on the task at hand. 

"Now go over there," V ordered, "this is about to get messy." 

Cassidy did what she was told and moved as far away to the right so she could be out of the way from the chaos that she was afraid will erupt. 

V stood in the middle looking all around as the Agents surrounded her. Not letting it faze her as if she deals with this everyday, V turned to Agent K with a strong look of vengeance on her face. "You may win, you may lose. But you better take me down on the first try," She threatened, "because if I'm standing by the time I take out the rest of your shitty team. You are going to be the last on my list." 

Agent K chuckled. He loved it when fools like her say they beat or kill you last. It was almost as if she was blind and couldn't see what was around her. Proving to her how wrong and stupid she was was going to put a big smile on Agent K's face. 

"Nice theory," Agent K said his smile widening as if he visualized what was going to happen to V, "but all theories need to be proven before they are characterized as true." 

With that said V saw Agent K looked behind her and nodded, letting her know that combat has begun. 

Turning her head back to see who was coming at her first, she heard a loud click sound followed by something stabbing her in the side of her dress and hitting her skin. With a press of a button, V felt a strong shock that not only struck its target, but flowed everywhere making V grind her teeth as if trying to fight the pain. With all her strength, V was about to reach down and pulled the plugs out of her side. But she felt another stab followed by a shock in her abdomen. Then another shot and electricity flowing through her system trying to paralyze V's muscles and organs. Then another and another and another. It was like a bunch of small plugs covering her body all at once shooting electricity all throughout her body. The pain of the shock was too much that V crouched down and fell on one knee, but was still trying to keep up the fight. 

"That's it," V heard Agent K congratulate, "you almost got her men!" 

Hearing that man's cocky and now irritated voice made V angry. Very angry. And nobody likes it when V's angry. A lot of people get hurt or worse. 

Cassidy remembered watching the hit television show, "Cops", where police investigate suspicious weirdos who are accused of committing crimes they always try to deny. Only to be outsmarted and running for their lives or make cops work their asses off by the usual car chases. Only to be captured in the end. But there are some episodes Cassidy watches where the man and woman who break the law are told not to resist and like the dumbasses they are, they resisted. And the cops take out the stun gun and BLAM! The dumbass criminals get shocked and fall helplessly on the ground convulsing like they are having a seizure. Usually in those situations the police yell out a warning to let the other officers know to get the hell out of the way and let the criminals know what is about to happen if they don't stop resisting. What Cassidy was seeing before her was not the usual protocol. First the agents appeared out of nowhere ordering V to come with them. Then they bring back up for one woman without knowing if she was too much to handle or not. Now they all are shooting her with stun guns and without warning. What the fuck was going on?! 

Cassidy watched as the woman she just fell in love with was being forced down on her knees by a hundred wires shot into her by stun guns. The look of such a beautiful woman being tortured almost half to death made Cassidy cover her mouth in disgust and horror. Why are they doing this to such a beautiful human being? Especially since they just came from a dinner? If she was fugitive from the start, why didn't they catch her a long time ago? She already admitted she works at a gym, she walked out in the open plenty of times, and she did not look like she was on the run from anything. Who was she, who the hell are these guys, and what the hell was going on? 

Cassidy watched trying to figure out how she could save her, just now, girlfriend. But knew if she did, all she was going to do was distract them from their real objective. 

At first Cassidy thought V was done for, but she noticed something strange. All those prods shooting tons of volts through her fancy, sparkling, red dress and it only put her down on one knee. But what happened afterwards shocked the hell out of her and the agents. 

For any other human being getting shocked with so many volts would probably leave them paralyzed or worse, dead. But Cassidy and the agents watched V down on one knee, but that was it. Things really got strange when Cassidy saw V lift her head up seeing the acid look on her face. It was like whatever they were shocking her with sparked fire in her eyes and she wanted to share it with everyone who just pissed her off. 

Cassidy was really shocked when the agents still had their fingers squeezed on the trigger so hard they probably would've broke their guns. But V shocked everyone when she stood back up on both feet. For the first time in her life, Cassidy saw V grinding her teeth and flexing her muscles like she was fighting the electrical element flowing through her body. Cassidy wouldn't be surprised if V was a human, walking, Frankenstein. Instead of being put down by electricity she was absorbing it. Which was inhumanly impossible. 

V grabbed some of the prods and pulled them out of her body. Some of them were still stuck in her but after all the agents and Cassidy witnessing her quick recovery it was as if she wasn't hurt at all. 

V stood staring at all the agents with the face of rage. Even Agent K and his partner stared in shock. It was obvious that Cassidy was not the only one who was staring in bewilderment. 

The first agent didn't bother taking the chance of hand to hand combat. Instead he whipped out a long extended metal rod, raising it up high in the air, he charged at V. With quick reflexes Cassidy has seen before, V dodged out of the way with the quickness. The agent tried to hit her again but V ducked. When the agent tried to hit her one last time, V caught it in the palm of her hand and uppercutted him in the gut so hard, Cassidy heard a strong, "Oof!" But V was not finished. The punch in the stomach was more like a painful distraction because V twisted his arm around and pressed her hand down on his shoulder forcing him to bend over. V then bended his arm around his back. 

Another agent ran towards his partner's aid but V gave him one strong kick that bent him over holding his stomach. The agent V had in submission used that distraction to lift himself up and come at V backwards with a strong back arm to her face. Disappointedly he missed when V quickly ducked and reached between his legs and gripped hold of the poor man's privates making him scream so loud if there were trees around them, the birds would have flew out in fear. 

V lifted the poor agent up by his crotch high in the air turning him around where her body was between his thighs. With the agents one arm behind his back and being lifted up in the air by his crotch at the same time, V slammed his ass down with his right arm still held behind his back. By the way he grabbed his arm and rolled on the concrete, V must of slammed him so hard on the pavement, she purposely broke his arm in the process. 

The other agent V kicked quickly rose back up and tried to uppercut V in the chin. Once again V dodged by leaning backwards. Then she ducked missing another punch from the agent only to return with another uppercut in the gut. Other agents began coming at V to avenge their fallen comrade but V must have caught them because she snaked under the agents arms. While bending down, V was able to rise up and with horrorifying strength, wrapped her muscular arms around the agent's waist, and with strength Cassidy never knew V had, V lifted the agent up and started swinging him around intimidating the other agents to back up just in case they get or worse. After V was satisfied the agents gave her space by force, she lifted the agent up higher than before and threw her to the minimum crowd of agents who quickly jumped out of the way. Cassidy heard the loud, "PLUMP!", as another poor agent hit the ground so hard it sounded like he broke his back in the process. 

More agents charge in for the attack, but Cassidy hoped and knew they were all going to fall from V's hand. 

An agent, to Cassidy's disbelief, charged at V. At first Cassidy thought she was going to suffer the same fate as the other two agents but she was a little smarter. The female agent came at V with a roundhouse kick to the face, but V blocked it. It turned out that the kick was a distraction when she attacked again but this time with a long sword like switchblade and instead of raising it up high only to come down and stab V in wherever. She tried to stab V straight forward in her gut. It could have worked, but V caught it. She grabbed the female agent's wrist with both hands and twisted her arm to the right making the female agent bend over like the first. V then began kicking in the stomach or sternum, Cassidy didn't know which, but V did it three times to the point the female agent drooled accidently out of her mouth. Then V bent her arm with two hands and made her stab herself in her left shoulder, making the poor woman scream in pain. V grabbed her by the throat with one hand and then reached down to grab her by her pants leg with the other lifting her up simultaneously only to throw her down on the concrete. 

Cassidy tried to think of a way to join in on the ass whipping but watching V get to work on those fools, made Cassidy think maybe she should wait and see if the agents were too much to handle. And by the way she manhandled them, they were not.