The Tenant - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It was nearly 10:00 PM and neither Emiline nor Sasha had come home yet. Jeff lay sprawled on the couch half-watching news which consisted of two things: speculation on the status of Astro Ace and Fantasti-Femme’s relationship and thoughts as to which supervillains might make a move on the bay area now that Sorceressa was gone. There had apparently been sightings of Rage Bull, Power Mistress, and Terrible Telekinetic in town recently. The discussion at the moment was which of the three would outmaneuver the others or whether they would try to join forces in an effort to take out San Francisco’s powerful protectors.

Tired but wound up partly from visions of Sasha’s surprised expression at the breakfast table and partly from what she had been doing just prior, there was no way that Jeff was going to be able to sleep. Instead, he rose from the couch, ascended the stairs and peered into Sasha’s room.

It was the same as it had been the last three times he looked. Immaculate. At least, it seemed so relative to its state the previous night.

Jeff stared across the room for a long moment, his eyes going unfocused and distant as he lost himself in thought. Sasha was a complete mystery to him, and it was high time that he started solving it. A sense of purpose filling him, he descended the stairs and found Sasha’s application, punching the address of her place of employment into his maps app.

Hopping into the car, he texted Emiline, letting her know that he had gone out and not to wait for him if she arrived back before he did.

Twenty minutes later, Jeff strolled into Neon and Leather, the club where Sasha worked, seeing a mass of writhing bodies adorned in incandescent jewelry bobbing to the room-shaking beat. His eyes scanned the crowd as a strobe light suddenly began to flash, making the undulating bacchanal seem as if its constituents were lurching from one bawdy position to the next.

The determined man set his jaw, then slithered into the crowd, turning sideways to slide through narrow spaces lined on either side with leather, lycra, and moist, glistening skin. Continuing to scan the crowd around him, Jeff finally spotted the person he had come here to see.

Sasha was with a much taller woman. A woman whose figure was far fuller and more voluptuous than Sasha’s. The tall woman’s skimpy black leotard, glowing whips at each hip, and thigh-high fishnet stockings made it impossible to mistake her for anyone else.

It was Power Mistress.

Jeff started when he saw her. The woman was perhaps the most infamous supervillain on the West Coast, having killed the super-protectors of both Los Angeles and San Diego in the past three months alone. Evidently, she was in San Francisco looking to expand her growing empire to northern California.

But what was she doing with Sasha?!

Gathering his wits, Jeff began to follow, losing sight of the two women several times, but managing to spot the tall, ginger-haired dominatrix whenever there was a slight parting of the crowd. The two women disappeared behind one of the club’s huge, vibrating banks of speakers, just to the right of the DJ’s stage.

Jeff continued to push through the crowd, finally circling wide until he could see behind the bank of speakers. As he did, he saw something even more shocking...

...Sasha was fighting Power Mistress.

The larger woman’s back was pressed to the backside of the speaker bank, the teen stunner’s hands on Power Mistress’ hips. It looked as if she were attempting to prevent the larger woman from using her whips. Sasha seemed to be leaning forward, attempting to touch her face to Power Mistress’, the tattoo on her stomach no longer black but a dull crimson once again.

Was Sasha trying to kiss the supervillain? It sure looked like it.

Power Mistress seemed surprised at the younger, more slender girl’s audacity. That surprise quickly gave way to anger. Then rage.

With an inhuman surge of might, the powerful supervillainess shoved Sasha away. The raven-haired girl flew into the nearby wall with bone-cracking force, a grimace of pain painted over the sexy teen’s sensual lips as her back and head struck.

Power Mistress’ lips curled into a haughty sneer, the fingers of each hand curling over the handle of her twin whips. She pulled them from her sides, snapping them out of their glowing coils in a smooth, practiced motion.

By the time Sasha struggled to her feet, Power Mistress was ready for her. Two neon tentacles flicked outward from her white-knuckled grip, one snapping about Sasha’s neck, the other around her tiny waist. Sasha gave a yelp of pain as the strange weapons seared her perfect skin.

The supervillainess threw both hands to one side, using her whips to fling Sasha into the bank of speakers. Sasha ricocheted from the stacked, vibrating speakers, landing hard on her back immediately before Power Mistress.

Jeff looked on in horror as Power Mistress raised a booted foot and stomped downward, her foot crashing into Sasha’s sculpted abs to devastating effect. Sasha’s eyes bulged as her lungs emptied their contents upward, billowing the supervillain’s ginger tresses with her cry of pain.

Power Mistress transferred her whips to a single hand and reached down, lifting a gasping Sasha off the floor with a single hand, her eyes more curious than angry now.

Sasha’s eyes, which had closed as she dealt with the pain left in the wake of the supervillainess’ crippling blow, slowly opened. The girl’s gaze was glassy and dazed, her slim arms crossed, clutching her injured stomach as her legs dangled helplessly above the floor.

“What on earth was that all about, girl?” said Power Mistress, arching an eyebrow. The woman was apparently as surprised as Jeff had been at Sasha’s baffling actions. “Did you really think that was a good idea? Whatever the hell it was?”

Jeff could barely hear over the thump of the music, but, watching the large woman’s lips closely, he was reasonably sure that those were the words she spoke. He saw Sasha’s slumped shoulders rise as she took in a shaky, agonized breath. Her lips parted to say something, but they barely moved. He couldn’t hear her reply, nor make it out visually.

Power Mistress seemed similarly confounded, her eyes narrowing as she watched the younger girl with calculating eyes. She lowered Sasha’s dangling form, pulling the sexy girl’s lips closer to her ear in order to better hear her.

Jeff leaned forward, his mind warning him not to get any closer, lest the supervillain notice his eavesdropping. But he was just so curious! He had to know what was going on between these two!

Sasha didn’t repeat her statement, however, instead taking advantage of the opportunity that her closer proximity to the fearsome woman presented. She reached out with both hands, cupping Power Mistress’ cheeks to turn the woman’s face toward her own. Before the taller woman could react, Sasha pushed forward, pressing her lips into those of the shocked supervillain. Her tattoo flared to life, a brilliant red glow erupting from deep within the bare flesh of her toned stomach.

As a strange red glow appeared within Sasha’s cheeks, Power Mistress grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her off. Again, Sasha collided with the nearby wall. This time, however, the impact was not as great. Sasha recovered instantly, jumping back to her feet almost the moment her curvaceous ass bounced to the ground.

But as fast as Sasha was this time, Power Mistress was faster. A whip held in either hand, her wrists flicked harshly, sending two glowing strands outward toward the black-clad girl. Sasha twisted away, managing to dodge the first, but the second cracked across her thigh, a splash of blood slapping against the wall behind her, the gash in her pants and skin clearly visible.

Sasha closed her eyes once more, her face contorting in pain, but she didn’t go down. Didn’t even stop. She continued her angled motion, stepping quickly toward Power Mistress. Her eyes flared back open as she neared her target.

The supervillain seemed shocked that the girl was still moving at all, let alone toward her, but she reacted quickly regardless. Power Mistress sidestepped Sasha’s forward lunge, placing a whip clenching hand in her back to pound her against the corner of the stage.

Sasha’s head whipped back, her inky tresses flying wildly about as the gorgeous girl rebounded to again lie gasping in pain on her back. As Power Mistress stepped forward, her face filling with absolute fury, she readied a booted foot to stomp on Sasha’s face.

Sasha, in spite of her pain, however, kicked out at the larger woman’s single-legged foundation. Her small feet connected with Power Mistress’ shin, knocking it backward and sending the amazon’s planted foot in an upward arc behind her.

The large woman cartwheeled in the air as her second foot left the ground, landing heavily on Sasha’s prone form. Sasha’s head rocked back, her expression one of agony yet again as the amazon’s heavy body crashed into hers from above. But she gathered herself before Power Mistress could, giving the buxom beauty a second, even harder kiss before she could react.

Power Mistress tensed, then relaxed as Sasha’s cheeks began to glow red once again. She swallowed, the glow progressing down her neck before Jeff lost sight of it under the supervillain’s large form.

What was happening? What was that glow? It almost looked as if Sasha were taking something from Power Mistress’ mouth. Energy of some sort?

Jeff watched in awe as the two women continued snogging for several long seconds. After a few moments, however, Power Mistress seemed to sense that something was wrong, planting her hands to either side of Sasha’s head, forcing the girl’s sucking lips from her mouth, albeit this time with difficulty.

Sasha’s long, slender legs  wrapped around the supervillain’s trunklike thighs, her heels locking behind the woman as she molded her slender body to that of the larger, more muscular villain from below.

Power Mistress writhed and bucked, but Sasha held on for dear life this time, giving Power Mistress another mind-blowing kiss and swallowing several more mouthfuls of red light.

Finally, Power Mistress managed to break free of Sasha’s increasingly powerful hold, tearing the brunette’s mouth away from her face, backpedaling as she rose to her feet.

Panting, Power Mistress watched as Sasha rose before her, her eyes widening as she saw the top of Sasha’s head rise to nearly eye level this time. The girl’s body was changing, the slim muscles in her bare arms hardening into chiseled relief, the toned abs under her scarlet, pulsating tattoo sculpting themselves into delicious hardness. The slender girl’s legs grew longer, her bust pressing the cotton fibers of her Alice in Chains crop to their limits.

If she had been stunning before, now she was magnificent, bordering on spectacular. Jeff’s astonished gaze could barely comprehend the improvements that were occurring in her phenomenal body.

Power Mistress flicked her wrist, the glowing length of her whip flowing backward in response. Then, she swung her arm forward with breathtaking speed, sending the incandescent, ropelike cord snapping through the air with dizzying speed.

This time, when it struck, however, Sasha was no longer there. Instead, she had run up the wall and was leaping toward the taller woman as the whip cracked the air where she had been standing a millisecond earlier.

Jeff’s eyes could barely follow the girl as her sleek leg curled around Power Mistress’ neck. The momentum of Sasha’s graceful jump carried both women backward. Sasha’s free foot touched down on the stage, her bending knee cushioning her fall. Meanwhile, she allowed the larger woman’s head to slam into the corner of the hardwood, crunching into it with bone-jarring force.

The stunned amazon’s grip loosened on one whip, and Sasha took advantage, stripping her of the weapon and leaping away just before the larger woman gathered the presence of mind to swing a large fist toward her temple.

Sasha landed softly, her body already spinning around in an elegant strike with her enemy’s own weapon. She looked far stronger and was moving significantly faster than when the fight began. Jeff’s eyes could scarcely keep up with the rapid movements of her blurring form as it continued to ascend.

Sasha’s strike connected, slashing Power Mistress’ muscled side and curling around the woman’s back with the soft hiss of searing flesh. The amazon’s shoulders flew back, her prodigious chest thrusting forward as she stiffened in pain.

Power Mistress attempted to strike back, but Sasha stepped forward, faster than thought, leaving her opponent’s whip to crack empty air once again.

Again Sasha locked lips with the powerful supervillainess. This time, the larger woman’s body seemed to go limp with pleasure. Jeff watched her stiffen, her hands going so far as to curl about Sasha’s shoulders, but as her hips undulated, her huge breasts pressing against Sasha’s growing, ever firmer swells, her will to resist seemed to diminish until it disappeared entirely. Instead, Power Mistress’s fingers began to clutch at her opponent’s luscious flesh, their strength denting Sasha’s tightening muscles less and less as she drew more luminous redness from the larger woman’s desperately suckling lips.

Power Mistress began to spasm and buck, her body driven to an intense orgasm by the rapture of Sasha’s oral ministrations alone. The sight turned Jeff on more than he cared to admit, his body responding to the sight before his hungry eyes. He wondered what it would feel like to be in Power Maiden’s position. To feel the slender teen’s body against his as her probing tongue and searching lips stole the strength from his climaxing body.

Jeff shuddered, his eyelids fluttering lower, nearly brought to climax by the mere thought of such an intimately erotic moment with the smolderingly sexy teen.

Sasha’s kiss seemed to last forever, her hands clenching the larger woman’s shaking form harder against her succulent curves until the red glow in her cheeks faded. The ravishing teen released the older woman’s massive form, letting her bucking form drop to the floor behind the speakers as her back arched.

Sasha’s fingers curled into fists, her shoulders falling back as her back arched. She trembled as her curves swelled into escalating levels of sensual resplendence, her moistened lips parted, eyes closed. The girl’s body seemed to vibrate as her tattoo flared to such brilliance that Jeff had to shield his eyes.

When the burst of light faded, Jeff blinked away the blobs of color that obstructed his vision before lowering his hand. As he did, the club’s strobe lights flicked on once again. The gorgeous teen’s eyes locked onto his, her more voluptuous hips swayed from side to side pulling her leather pants taut over their sleek perfection. She appeared significantly closer with every flash until she was upon him, a knowing smirk written all over her face. Gone was any trace of the frightened girl he had seen in the kitchen earlier in the day. The young woman before him was all predator.

Sasha seemed to enjoy Jeff’s discomfort as his wide eyes bored into hers, his body still overstimulated by the girl’s recent transformation. It didn’t help that the already stunning teen was so staggeringly gorgeous now that it was all he could do to restrain himself from forcing himself on her. Not that he could, given what he’d seen her do to one of the world’s most powerful supervillains.

Sasha’s gaze flicked down toward Jeff’s trembling lips. She seemed to be considering exactly what he was, but instead, she placed a small hand on a cocked hip and smiled tantalizingly.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Sasha said, voice a purr, her wicked eyes dancing wildly. “Don’t worry. I have something special in store for you too…”

With that, she spun on a combat-booted heel and strode away. Jeff swallowed hard, his yearning gaze watching the sultry teen’s lean yet drool-inducingly curvaceous form slip into the masses and out of his sight.