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SYNOPSIS

When studly villain Circuit-Breaker spills about their trysts to a gossip reporter, Grasshopper goes to a local bar to blow off some steam.  But when her boy toy won’t leave her alone, she hatches a sexy plan to put Circuit-Breaker in his place, and just maybe treat herself to a night that she will never forget.

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EXCERPT

This title contains salty language and lots of graphic superhero sex.

If you are not offended by such things, then by all means scroll down to view the explicit excerpt.

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“Circuit-Breaker.” I scowled.

“You haven’t come out to play in over a week.” He seemed almost…sad.

“You did an interview.” I moved around him towards the bar.

“I can explain.”

“With that Calista whore from the GPZ.” I didn’t look at him as I left him in my dust.

“Wait.” He grabbed my shoulder and stopped me in my tracks.

I turned towards him. “Okay, you have one min—”

He kissed me. His lips were so moist, and his breath smelled like peppermint. Heavy cologne wafted off of his shoulders. He used it to cover the burnt electronics smell that followed him around.  I let my tongue slip past his and melted into his arms.

No! Wait! Grasshopper angry! I was supposed to be MAD, dammit!

I pulled away and slapped him. “No! No being sexy when I’m mad at you! It’s not fair!”

“Hopper, if you’d just let me explain.” It was Grasshopper, actually. Wasn’t hard to guess what my powers were.

“Your explanations always involve tongues and nakedness and…and fleshy appendages.”

He smirked at me and then leaned into my ear. “You’ve never complained before.”

I was gone, but not without one final protest. “You know….” I gasped at his lips on my ear. “You know I hate that rag….”

GPZ stood for “Gifted Persons Zone.” They were government-approved test sites for super-vigilantism back during the early days of heroing. The zones had long since been dissolved, but the name lived on as the most popular trashy hero rumor and gossip site on the web.

I hated it with a passion.

Though, apparently, not enough to keep Circuit-Breaker from reaching down behind me and grabbing hold of the crotch zipper on my dark green latex cat suit. It went from the top of my butt all the way down and around up my front, to the very bottom of my black leather corset. A necessity for any heroine in latex who can’t hold her bladder all night long. But it also had a few other advantages.

“You shaved.”

I looked down at the smooth skin staring up at CB through my zipper hole. “Yeah. I liked the look of the landing strip, but I got tired of it ruining too many good moments when I got clumsy with the zipper.”

He reached in and rubbed my smooth crotch. “I like it.”

And then he dropped to his knees.

I bit my tongue as he licked up my pussy. Part of the fun of public sex was trying not to get caught. Keeping yourself quiet was almost a form of mental bondage.

My labia glistened with his saliva. He parted my lips and slowly stuck his tongue inside.

“Mmmmmm!” I stifled a moan.

He pulled out and dragged his tongue up between my lips, stopping at my vertical hood piercing. He paused for only a moment before pressing the lower ball up into my clit.

It took everything I had not to scream and alert everyone in the nearby bar as to what was going on in the parking lot.

Abruptly his tongue stopped. I wanted to whine at him, but I was too mad to let him think he won. This was for him, not for me.

Okay, maybe a little for me….

Next thing I knew, we were face to face. He picked me up and placed me gently on the hood of the Beemer. He then spread my legs apart and stared at me. I knew what he wanted, but no way was I helping out. He had to do all the work himself. My face must have hinted at my rebellion because he sighed, reached down, and unzipped his black leather pants.

A moment later he was inside me.

My head flew back, and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep quiet. He held onto me by my thighs, pulling me against him to see just how deep he could get. He moved with slow precise movements, but soon sped up. As he quickened his pace, he gripped my thighs harder. And as he did that, it became more and more difficult to stifle a scream.

Soon after, it became impossible altogether. He turned on his superpower. Electric bolts shot from his fingers and surged through me, through the car, and into the ground. I let out a wail that the bar patrons probably heard despite the loud music.

That was when I heard the loud pops. All four tires of the BMW hissed, and I felt the car sinking beneath me. But I didn’t care, as long as he kept fucking m—

“Do you know whose car that is?”

I recognized the voice. It was Pegasus. No telling how long he’d been watching. I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was that CB stopped to see who caught us.

Pegasus laughed. “You do, don’t you?”

I reached out and wrapped my fingers around CB’s throat. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

One look at my face, and he suddenly knew fear. He put all of his attention back on me and got back to work.

Pegasus walked forward, sipping on a beer. “By all means, continue. Don’t stop on my account.”

“Peg…. Oh God! Either join in…. Fuck me! Or get the fuck out. Jesus Christ!”

“Sorry, girl. Don’t swing your way.”

And then I came. Hard.