K & Whiff in Pip Pip Cheerio
Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:44 am
Been a long while since I posted. Forgive if I'm a tad rusty. Pics to come along with updates as I can.
Thx to SGZ for spit balling this with me. Enjoy:
“Erin, I can’t believe we are in London!” shouted Donna to her best friend.
“I know! It’s awesome” replied Erin as they danced in London’s hottest nightclub.
State U’s All-Americans were in England on Spring Break and were staying at the nicest hotel in London, which also housed its best club called Aura. Their parents surprised them and they were going to live it up.
Aura was downstairs in the basement of the hotel. Anyone who was anyone was there. It was good size and had a very modern décor. Velvet couches lined the walls of the club and a long bar was its centerpiece. It was white granite that had hundreds of signatures from its famous patrons.
“Brad Pitt, George Clooney!” said Erin as she scanned the bar
“Robert Pattinson, Jennifer Aniston. Wonder if anyone famous is here tonight?” asked Donna
“When do we get to sign? We’re famous!” laughed Erin
“Don’t think American Softballers will be invited to sign anytime soon Erin”
The 2 girls were both wearing cocktail dresses. Donna’s was a navy silk sleeveless dress while Erin went with a strapless black dress. Both had on pumps that they called their “Ho” heels. Donna went with a nude colored heel that coincided with her same colored pantyhose and Erin’s were a black patent leather heel that were a dead on match for her black silky opaque tights.
“Come on, let’s go back to the room for a bit and sober up” said Donna and Erin followed her out.
The 2 blonds, 5’9” and 5’4” respectively, giggled as they reached the elevator.
“Let’s find some British boys” said Erin.
“As soon as I get these fucking heels off. My feet are killing…”
Suddenly Donna was cut off as the music stopped and they heard an English accent say over the club's PA “Ladies and gentlemen, a moment of your time.”
“Who’s saying that?” whispered Erin.
Then a poof of smoke appeared and 2 women in black leotards, tights and patent boots emerged. “Right then. We will be needing all your valuables.” Said the short haired red head in an English Accent.
“Go Go Go Erin” pushed Donna as they got into the elevator.
“Who were they?” asked Erin as the elevator raced upwards.
“No idea. But we’ve got to get to our room and change!”
“Come on Donna, we’re on vacation” whined Erin. “And a tad drunk”
“Erin, we’ll find security and see if they want assistance. But as K & Whiff” replied Donna
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The girls quickly emerged from their suites in the State U Blue and White Colors.
Donna’s stacked frame filled her tight white/blue pinstriped jersey and her blue eyes were hidden behind a white mask. Skin tight blue/white pinstripe spandex softball pants, matte white tights, blue gloves and blue/white trainers completed the ensemble. Donna had a Bold Blue “K” across her chest. The royal blue and white went with State U’s logo.
Being a chemistry major had its advantages for the talented duo…they have created everything they use to fight crime in the school’s lab…
K is armed with 2 satchels of 10 hollowed out softballs. The balls are filled with a potent anesthetic making them extremely light and easy to throw. They have a little charge that is wired to explode when the balls hit their target. The gas is released when the balls explode knocking its intended victim out quickly. When necessary Donna whips them at her victims as if she was pitching in a game. Very fast and impossible to dodge. Her utility belt had assorted tools associated with a super heroine.
The colors were the same, but Whiff’s outfit had a few differences from K’s. Whiff’s tight jersey was blue with white sleeves rather than the white/blue of K and she wore opaque blue tights instead of the white. Her skin tight blue/white pinstripe spandex softball pants, blue mask, trainers were the same, although Whiff’s elbow length gloves were white as opposed to blue.
Whiff has 2 large atomizer pistols on either side of her utility belt. Both are filled with a similar spray to what K has in her softballs. The liquid spray instantly turns gaseous after striking its target. Where as K rifles blistering underhand pitches at her victims, Whiff has deadly accuracy with her atomizer pistols. She takes her time before firing. Being a junk ball pitcher, she can hit anything from 45 feet away. And the closer she gets the better her aim. Bottom line, she rarely misses her mark.
“Shit K look!” whispered Erin.
The heroines were stunned to find the entire hotel security staff bound and asleep in their office. Whiff took out her air meter, which is in the shape of a radar gun.
“Traces of a chloroform based gas K” she said reading the gun’s findings.
“Come on Whiff, we’re on our own.” said K.
“Look, the crooks are still there” replied Whiff as she surveyed the cameras in the club, holstering her air meter.
“Let’s go” said K
“K, we are in uncharted water here. Shouldn’t we wait for help? Isn’t there some sort of Heroine Code in different countries?”
“Whiff, we can take these bimbos. And no, there isn’t a code in different countries. Regardless of if we are on campus or not, we fight crime!”
Whiff finally agreed and they made for the club.
The heroines crept through the panicked crowd that spilled from the club. No one even noticed them which was a blessing. They had the element of surprise.
The 2 villainesses were loading up their loot into duffel bags. K & Whiff surveyed the club. It was still pretty smoky from the crooks entrance. They both had satchels on their waists and holstered pistols around their thighs.
“You ready?” whispered K
Whiff nodded as she readied her pistol.
They burst in to the main portion of the club.
“Hold it right there!” ordered K
“What’s this then?” asked the Brunette
“A couple of Yanks? Heroines no less?” replied the Redhead
“American is right. Fortunately, justice is an International Language” said a cocky Whiff as she moved closer.
“Drop your weapons and slowly remove your utility belts” ordered K
“Or what, you’ll throw them baseballs at us” quipped the Redhead
“Do it!” replied K holding her weapon at the ready
“Piss off lassies before you get hurt”
“Yeah ya dosey tarts” replied each villainess.
“Suit yourselves then” said K as she rifled a ball towards the redhead. It struck her in the thigh and exploded into a royal blue cloud of gas. “Fuckin hell” coughed the redhead before collapsing onto the floor asleep.
The brunette villainess immediately retreated away and quickly put her hands in the air. “Hold it” said Whiff “Or you’ll end up the same way as your partner.
“Oh thank you uh, um. Whoever you are” said a tall Brunette wearing a black mini skirt, tall black boots, a black tight t-shirt and silky black tights.
“Happy we could help” replied K shaking the woman’s hand.
“We are K & Whiff, from America.” Said an eager Whiff.
“Ah yes, the infamous K & Whiff, of the American University State U. Welcome to England ladies. I’m Colleen, Manager of Aura. These crooks have been running wild in London, I’m sure the authorities will be thankful for your assistance”
“Is everyone ok? Asked K
“Appears so. Most people had gotten out thanks to you” said Colleen.
The last 2 people were girls that were clearly shaken but seemed to be alright. “Under control here?” They asked.
“All set ladies, thanks for asking. Sorry your night was ruined” replied Whiff
“Thanks again” said the strawberry blond girl who was helping her brunette friend to the elevator.
“Now then for these 2, Whiff keep an eye on her while I tie up her accomplice” said K.
“On it” said Whiff
The Brunette was clearly not eager to meet whatever Whiff’s pistol had to offer and already had her hands behind her back when K tied her hands with their trusty sticky athletic tape.
“That’ll do it” said K. “See Whiff, even on Foreign Soil we are a force to be reckoned with” she said as she fist bumped Whiff.
“Right then ladies, I’m going to call the authorities” said Colleen as she went for the phone behind the bar.
“Sounds good. These 2 aren’t going anywhere” quipped Whiff
Colleen went to the bar and grabbed the cordless phone and dialed. K & Whiff kept up their interrogation of the brunette villainess.
“Who are you working for?” asked K as she looked through the weapons and utility belts of their captives.
“Piss Off” she replied
“Wow, British Criminals are just as rude as ours” said K. “This is some serious, sophisticated gear Whiff. Super high tech gadgets, high end weapons. Whoever they work for has made sure they are equipped properly.”
“Not properly enough for our weapons!” laughed Whiff. “Shall I?” as she unholstered her Truth Serum Pistol
“Quite alright there. No need to be hasty” begged the Brunette as she winced.
“Let’s wait for the authorities Whiff. We’ve done enough” replied K. “Like I said, these are high end crooks here. We did our duty.”
She watched Colleen give the thumbs up, “On their way” she mouthed while still on the line.
“Right then. See you imminently” said Colleen as she hung up
“Here shortly.” She said as she joined them. “Your weapon really cooled that one off. What’s in it?”
“Rather not say. Just something to stop people in their tracks” replied K.
“And your weapons?” Colleen asked Whiff
“Not something we discuss with civilians” replied Whiff
“Sure sure, understood” said Colleen as she walked back to the bar “Can I get you a bottle of water girls?”
“No thanks.” Said K
“We are fine” replied Whiff.
“Right. On the job. Got it. Well if you don’t mind I’m going to pop some a couple bottles of our best bubbly to celebrate our acquaintance and the capture of these fiends” said Colleen as she walked back with 2 bottles of chilled champagne.
“We’d love to, but not while we are on duty but by all means enjoy” said K
“Uh-oh, looks like I celebrated too soon. She is coming around” said Colleen motioning to the slumbering villainess.
K & Whiff whipped around surprised to hear she was rousing so soon. But the red head was still out cold. “Nope still out” said K
“My mistake, thought I saw her stir” said Colleen.
“Not a problem. Thanks for the heads up” said Whiff
“If I may girls while we have a moment before the Bobbies arrive, we have a tradition here at Aura of getting celebs and athletes to autograph our bar. Would 2 of America’s famous heroines do us the honor? It isn’t often we are fortunate enough to even have you here on our soil, let alone see you in action” asked Colleen motioning towards the bar
Both K & Whiff smiled and even blushed.
“We’d love to” replied K
“Bloody hell. Can someone get me a barf bag?” yelled the brunette villainess “You 3 should get a room”
“Piss off and shut up” seethed Erin. “Stay right there or I swear it will be lights out for you”
“Piss Off? Nice one Whiff, we’ll shake that American out of you yet” Laughed Colleen as she escorted the heroines to the bar
“Now here are the pens. They are a special ink that won’t rub off of the granite. Make sure you press hard”
Whiff was grinning ear to ear as she leaned over to sign. She gave K a wink, referencing their earlier talk about signing the bar.
“Uh, Colleen the pen won’t write” said K as she shook it.
“Yeah mine won’t either. Are we doing something wrong?” said Whiff as she kept trying to write on the bar
“Sure girls. Click the top of the pen.” smirked Colleen as she clicked the top of the pen she was holding to show them. It was a typical pen and Colleen was giving them a hard time about the gaffe.
“Ah. Well now I feel dumb” said an embarrassed K as she clicked the top of her pen
“Ditto. Leave it to us Yanks!” laughed Whiff as she too clicked the top of her pen
But before they could begin signing “State U Rules!!!” both heroines were blasted in the face with a fine stream of purple gas that was coming from the tip of the pen.
“It’s a trap K” gasped an engulfed Whiff trying to clear the air around her
“GAS! So strong…” sighed K who had also taken in too much of the strong stream pouring from her pen “Whifffff” was the last thing she slurred as she toppled on to the bar, sliding off and landing on her back out cold on the floor.
“K….” wheezed Whiff as she too was quickly felled by the phony fountain pen. She ended up face down on her stomach.
State U’s prized protectors were knocked cold, on foreign soil, and in trouble…
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“Fucking hell Colleen, I thought you were going to take them for tea!” yelled the brunette
“Sorry Sara. Had to wait for the right spot.” Replied Colleen as she peeled her mini skirt off to reveal an identical outfit to Sara.
“Had I known you too would be taken prisoner so easily by a couple of Yank Superheroines, I would’ve packed my weapons” Colleen said.
She produced an atomizer from Sara’s utility belt and sprayed it into the red head’s face instantly bringing her to.
“What happened?” asked the groggy red head
“You were gassed by the Yanks Lorrine” replied Colleen
“Right. That’s a bit embarrassing now isn’t it?” replied Lorrine
“Unacceptable! Could’ve cost us everything” said Colleen
“What happened to them?” she asked
“Colleen signed em up” laughed Sara as her hands were cut free
"Stop pissing about and search them. I want those weapons" ordered Colleen
Sara flopped an unconscious Erin onto her back and began searching her utility belt.
Lorrine did the same to the sleeping K. Lorrine carefully pulled out one of K's gas softballs from her satchel but quickly put it back, knowing 1st hand how potent it is.
“Hold it right there” said a voice
“Now what?” asked Colleen. “Ah Christ, British Knight and her little tart of a sidekick Bullseye. Late as usual I see”
2 heroines stood at the entrance of the club who bore a close resemblance to the final 2 party goers who staggered from the club just a few minutes before.
The strawberry blond was in a leotard adorned with the British Flag, red boots, red mask and shiny nude pantyhose while her brunette pony tailed partner wore a solid red leotard with the Royal Air Force Bullseye logo on her chest, blue boots, blue mask and also shiny nude pantyhose. Both were equipped with utility belts.
“You are under arrest” said the blond in her British accent.
“Unfortunately not today dears. Gotta run” said Colleen as she spiked a pellet off of the floor. A smoke cloud dissipated as quickly as it came to be and the 3 women in black were gone.
“Damn” said the Brunette.
“Come on Bullseye, let’s help them out” said the blond
The blond strapped an oxygen mask to each unconscious heroine. Within seconds they were awake.
“Ohhh. What the hell?” groaned Whiff
“Who are you?” asked K as she came to from her gas nap.
“I’m British Knight and this is my partner Bullseye” said the blond
“Who were they?” asked a groggy Whiff
“A super elite crime circuit. The one who posed as the manager is Colleen, their leader.” Said Bullseye. “You too ok?”
“We’re fine, embarrassed more than anything else” answered K.
“Can’t believe we fell for that” said Whiff “That gas was super strong K. We didn’t have a chance”
“Colleen and her partners are the most cunning and slick crew we’ve gone up against” said British Knight
“Well thanks for helping us out.” said K “By the way I’m K and this is Whiff. We are...” but K was interrupted.
“No need for intros ladies. Your reputation precedes you here.” Said BK
“Well, thanks but that was some first impression we made” said Whiff
“Please, it happens to the best of us girls” said Bullseye “We’ve been on the receiving end of Colleen’s knock-out gas several times before.”
“Well can we return the favor?” asked K feeling a little better that their new acquaintances had met similar fates in the past. “We want to help you catch these crooks”
The 2 English Heroines looked at each other. “Normally we wouldn’t do this, but we stand a better chance against them together.” Said BK knowing that the famous K & Whiff would be a huge help in apprehending Colleen and her gang “Like Bullseye said, we’ve been close many times, but they seem to always get away.”
“Then it’s agreed. We’ll assist you in any way possible.” Said K
“Come on then, we're off to our headquarters” said BK as she lead the new 4some out of the vacant club.
TBC
Thx to SGZ for spit balling this with me. Enjoy:
“Erin, I can’t believe we are in London!” shouted Donna to her best friend.
“I know! It’s awesome” replied Erin as they danced in London’s hottest nightclub.
State U’s All-Americans were in England on Spring Break and were staying at the nicest hotel in London, which also housed its best club called Aura. Their parents surprised them and they were going to live it up.
Aura was downstairs in the basement of the hotel. Anyone who was anyone was there. It was good size and had a very modern décor. Velvet couches lined the walls of the club and a long bar was its centerpiece. It was white granite that had hundreds of signatures from its famous patrons.
“Brad Pitt, George Clooney!” said Erin as she scanned the bar
“Robert Pattinson, Jennifer Aniston. Wonder if anyone famous is here tonight?” asked Donna
“When do we get to sign? We’re famous!” laughed Erin
“Don’t think American Softballers will be invited to sign anytime soon Erin”
The 2 girls were both wearing cocktail dresses. Donna’s was a navy silk sleeveless dress while Erin went with a strapless black dress. Both had on pumps that they called their “Ho” heels. Donna went with a nude colored heel that coincided with her same colored pantyhose and Erin’s were a black patent leather heel that were a dead on match for her black silky opaque tights.
“Come on, let’s go back to the room for a bit and sober up” said Donna and Erin followed her out.
The 2 blonds, 5’9” and 5’4” respectively, giggled as they reached the elevator.
“Let’s find some British boys” said Erin.
“As soon as I get these fucking heels off. My feet are killing…”
Suddenly Donna was cut off as the music stopped and they heard an English accent say over the club's PA “Ladies and gentlemen, a moment of your time.”
“Who’s saying that?” whispered Erin.
Then a poof of smoke appeared and 2 women in black leotards, tights and patent boots emerged. “Right then. We will be needing all your valuables.” Said the short haired red head in an English Accent.
“Go Go Go Erin” pushed Donna as they got into the elevator.
“Who were they?” asked Erin as the elevator raced upwards.
“No idea. But we’ve got to get to our room and change!”
“Come on Donna, we’re on vacation” whined Erin. “And a tad drunk”
“Erin, we’ll find security and see if they want assistance. But as K & Whiff” replied Donna
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The girls quickly emerged from their suites in the State U Blue and White Colors.
Donna’s stacked frame filled her tight white/blue pinstriped jersey and her blue eyes were hidden behind a white mask. Skin tight blue/white pinstripe spandex softball pants, matte white tights, blue gloves and blue/white trainers completed the ensemble. Donna had a Bold Blue “K” across her chest. The royal blue and white went with State U’s logo.
Being a chemistry major had its advantages for the talented duo…they have created everything they use to fight crime in the school’s lab…
K is armed with 2 satchels of 10 hollowed out softballs. The balls are filled with a potent anesthetic making them extremely light and easy to throw. They have a little charge that is wired to explode when the balls hit their target. The gas is released when the balls explode knocking its intended victim out quickly. When necessary Donna whips them at her victims as if she was pitching in a game. Very fast and impossible to dodge. Her utility belt had assorted tools associated with a super heroine.
The colors were the same, but Whiff’s outfit had a few differences from K’s. Whiff’s tight jersey was blue with white sleeves rather than the white/blue of K and she wore opaque blue tights instead of the white. Her skin tight blue/white pinstripe spandex softball pants, blue mask, trainers were the same, although Whiff’s elbow length gloves were white as opposed to blue.
Whiff has 2 large atomizer pistols on either side of her utility belt. Both are filled with a similar spray to what K has in her softballs. The liquid spray instantly turns gaseous after striking its target. Where as K rifles blistering underhand pitches at her victims, Whiff has deadly accuracy with her atomizer pistols. She takes her time before firing. Being a junk ball pitcher, she can hit anything from 45 feet away. And the closer she gets the better her aim. Bottom line, she rarely misses her mark.
“Shit K look!” whispered Erin.
The heroines were stunned to find the entire hotel security staff bound and asleep in their office. Whiff took out her air meter, which is in the shape of a radar gun.
“Traces of a chloroform based gas K” she said reading the gun’s findings.
“Come on Whiff, we’re on our own.” said K.
“Look, the crooks are still there” replied Whiff as she surveyed the cameras in the club, holstering her air meter.
“Let’s go” said K
“K, we are in uncharted water here. Shouldn’t we wait for help? Isn’t there some sort of Heroine Code in different countries?”
“Whiff, we can take these bimbos. And no, there isn’t a code in different countries. Regardless of if we are on campus or not, we fight crime!”
Whiff finally agreed and they made for the club.
The heroines crept through the panicked crowd that spilled from the club. No one even noticed them which was a blessing. They had the element of surprise.
The 2 villainesses were loading up their loot into duffel bags. K & Whiff surveyed the club. It was still pretty smoky from the crooks entrance. They both had satchels on their waists and holstered pistols around their thighs.
“You ready?” whispered K
Whiff nodded as she readied her pistol.
They burst in to the main portion of the club.
“Hold it right there!” ordered K
“What’s this then?” asked the Brunette
“A couple of Yanks? Heroines no less?” replied the Redhead
“American is right. Fortunately, justice is an International Language” said a cocky Whiff as she moved closer.
“Drop your weapons and slowly remove your utility belts” ordered K
“Or what, you’ll throw them baseballs at us” quipped the Redhead
“Do it!” replied K holding her weapon at the ready
“Piss off lassies before you get hurt”
“Yeah ya dosey tarts” replied each villainess.
“Suit yourselves then” said K as she rifled a ball towards the redhead. It struck her in the thigh and exploded into a royal blue cloud of gas. “Fuckin hell” coughed the redhead before collapsing onto the floor asleep.
The brunette villainess immediately retreated away and quickly put her hands in the air. “Hold it” said Whiff “Or you’ll end up the same way as your partner.
“Oh thank you uh, um. Whoever you are” said a tall Brunette wearing a black mini skirt, tall black boots, a black tight t-shirt and silky black tights.
“Happy we could help” replied K shaking the woman’s hand.
“We are K & Whiff, from America.” Said an eager Whiff.
“Ah yes, the infamous K & Whiff, of the American University State U. Welcome to England ladies. I’m Colleen, Manager of Aura. These crooks have been running wild in London, I’m sure the authorities will be thankful for your assistance”
“Is everyone ok? Asked K
“Appears so. Most people had gotten out thanks to you” said Colleen.
The last 2 people were girls that were clearly shaken but seemed to be alright. “Under control here?” They asked.
“All set ladies, thanks for asking. Sorry your night was ruined” replied Whiff
“Thanks again” said the strawberry blond girl who was helping her brunette friend to the elevator.
“Now then for these 2, Whiff keep an eye on her while I tie up her accomplice” said K.
“On it” said Whiff
The Brunette was clearly not eager to meet whatever Whiff’s pistol had to offer and already had her hands behind her back when K tied her hands with their trusty sticky athletic tape.
“That’ll do it” said K. “See Whiff, even on Foreign Soil we are a force to be reckoned with” she said as she fist bumped Whiff.
“Right then ladies, I’m going to call the authorities” said Colleen as she went for the phone behind the bar.
“Sounds good. These 2 aren’t going anywhere” quipped Whiff
Colleen went to the bar and grabbed the cordless phone and dialed. K & Whiff kept up their interrogation of the brunette villainess.
“Who are you working for?” asked K as she looked through the weapons and utility belts of their captives.
“Piss Off” she replied
“Wow, British Criminals are just as rude as ours” said K. “This is some serious, sophisticated gear Whiff. Super high tech gadgets, high end weapons. Whoever they work for has made sure they are equipped properly.”
“Not properly enough for our weapons!” laughed Whiff. “Shall I?” as she unholstered her Truth Serum Pistol
“Quite alright there. No need to be hasty” begged the Brunette as she winced.
“Let’s wait for the authorities Whiff. We’ve done enough” replied K. “Like I said, these are high end crooks here. We did our duty.”
She watched Colleen give the thumbs up, “On their way” she mouthed while still on the line.
“Right then. See you imminently” said Colleen as she hung up
“Here shortly.” She said as she joined them. “Your weapon really cooled that one off. What’s in it?”
“Rather not say. Just something to stop people in their tracks” replied K.
“And your weapons?” Colleen asked Whiff
“Not something we discuss with civilians” replied Whiff
“Sure sure, understood” said Colleen as she walked back to the bar “Can I get you a bottle of water girls?”
“No thanks.” Said K
“We are fine” replied Whiff.
“Right. On the job. Got it. Well if you don’t mind I’m going to pop some a couple bottles of our best bubbly to celebrate our acquaintance and the capture of these fiends” said Colleen as she walked back with 2 bottles of chilled champagne.
“We’d love to, but not while we are on duty but by all means enjoy” said K
“Uh-oh, looks like I celebrated too soon. She is coming around” said Colleen motioning to the slumbering villainess.
K & Whiff whipped around surprised to hear she was rousing so soon. But the red head was still out cold. “Nope still out” said K
“My mistake, thought I saw her stir” said Colleen.
“Not a problem. Thanks for the heads up” said Whiff
“If I may girls while we have a moment before the Bobbies arrive, we have a tradition here at Aura of getting celebs and athletes to autograph our bar. Would 2 of America’s famous heroines do us the honor? It isn’t often we are fortunate enough to even have you here on our soil, let alone see you in action” asked Colleen motioning towards the bar
Both K & Whiff smiled and even blushed.
“We’d love to” replied K
“Bloody hell. Can someone get me a barf bag?” yelled the brunette villainess “You 3 should get a room”
“Piss off and shut up” seethed Erin. “Stay right there or I swear it will be lights out for you”
“Piss Off? Nice one Whiff, we’ll shake that American out of you yet” Laughed Colleen as she escorted the heroines to the bar
“Now here are the pens. They are a special ink that won’t rub off of the granite. Make sure you press hard”
Whiff was grinning ear to ear as she leaned over to sign. She gave K a wink, referencing their earlier talk about signing the bar.
“Uh, Colleen the pen won’t write” said K as she shook it.
“Yeah mine won’t either. Are we doing something wrong?” said Whiff as she kept trying to write on the bar
“Sure girls. Click the top of the pen.” smirked Colleen as she clicked the top of the pen she was holding to show them. It was a typical pen and Colleen was giving them a hard time about the gaffe.
“Ah. Well now I feel dumb” said an embarrassed K as she clicked the top of her pen
“Ditto. Leave it to us Yanks!” laughed Whiff as she too clicked the top of her pen
But before they could begin signing “State U Rules!!!” both heroines were blasted in the face with a fine stream of purple gas that was coming from the tip of the pen.
“It’s a trap K” gasped an engulfed Whiff trying to clear the air around her
“GAS! So strong…” sighed K who had also taken in too much of the strong stream pouring from her pen “Whifffff” was the last thing she slurred as she toppled on to the bar, sliding off and landing on her back out cold on the floor.
“K….” wheezed Whiff as she too was quickly felled by the phony fountain pen. She ended up face down on her stomach.
State U’s prized protectors were knocked cold, on foreign soil, and in trouble…
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“Fucking hell Colleen, I thought you were going to take them for tea!” yelled the brunette
“Sorry Sara. Had to wait for the right spot.” Replied Colleen as she peeled her mini skirt off to reveal an identical outfit to Sara.
“Had I known you too would be taken prisoner so easily by a couple of Yank Superheroines, I would’ve packed my weapons” Colleen said.
She produced an atomizer from Sara’s utility belt and sprayed it into the red head’s face instantly bringing her to.
“What happened?” asked the groggy red head
“You were gassed by the Yanks Lorrine” replied Colleen
“Right. That’s a bit embarrassing now isn’t it?” replied Lorrine
“Unacceptable! Could’ve cost us everything” said Colleen
“What happened to them?” she asked
“Colleen signed em up” laughed Sara as her hands were cut free
"Stop pissing about and search them. I want those weapons" ordered Colleen
Sara flopped an unconscious Erin onto her back and began searching her utility belt.
Lorrine did the same to the sleeping K. Lorrine carefully pulled out one of K's gas softballs from her satchel but quickly put it back, knowing 1st hand how potent it is.
“Hold it right there” said a voice
“Now what?” asked Colleen. “Ah Christ, British Knight and her little tart of a sidekick Bullseye. Late as usual I see”
2 heroines stood at the entrance of the club who bore a close resemblance to the final 2 party goers who staggered from the club just a few minutes before.
The strawberry blond was in a leotard adorned with the British Flag, red boots, red mask and shiny nude pantyhose while her brunette pony tailed partner wore a solid red leotard with the Royal Air Force Bullseye logo on her chest, blue boots, blue mask and also shiny nude pantyhose. Both were equipped with utility belts.
“You are under arrest” said the blond in her British accent.
“Unfortunately not today dears. Gotta run” said Colleen as she spiked a pellet off of the floor. A smoke cloud dissipated as quickly as it came to be and the 3 women in black were gone.
“Damn” said the Brunette.
“Come on Bullseye, let’s help them out” said the blond
The blond strapped an oxygen mask to each unconscious heroine. Within seconds they were awake.
“Ohhh. What the hell?” groaned Whiff
“Who are you?” asked K as she came to from her gas nap.
“I’m British Knight and this is my partner Bullseye” said the blond
“Who were they?” asked a groggy Whiff
“A super elite crime circuit. The one who posed as the manager is Colleen, their leader.” Said Bullseye. “You too ok?”
“We’re fine, embarrassed more than anything else” answered K.
“Can’t believe we fell for that” said Whiff “That gas was super strong K. We didn’t have a chance”
“Colleen and her partners are the most cunning and slick crew we’ve gone up against” said British Knight
“Well thanks for helping us out.” said K “By the way I’m K and this is Whiff. We are...” but K was interrupted.
“No need for intros ladies. Your reputation precedes you here.” Said BK
“Well, thanks but that was some first impression we made” said Whiff
“Please, it happens to the best of us girls” said Bullseye “We’ve been on the receiving end of Colleen’s knock-out gas several times before.”
“Well can we return the favor?” asked K feeling a little better that their new acquaintances had met similar fates in the past. “We want to help you catch these crooks”
The 2 English Heroines looked at each other. “Normally we wouldn’t do this, but we stand a better chance against them together.” Said BK knowing that the famous K & Whiff would be a huge help in apprehending Colleen and her gang “Like Bullseye said, we’ve been close many times, but they seem to always get away.”
“Then it’s agreed. We’ll assist you in any way possible.” Said K
“Come on then, we're off to our headquarters” said BK as she lead the new 4some out of the vacant club.
TBC