Fuchsia Fox: "Power Failure", by Centurion

[flirty_but_nice]

Here's the latest story from Centurion, that I have collaborated on with him. To my joy, I think I have managed to have him go further than he's ever yet gone in inching the Fuchsia Fox closer and closer to a delicious sexy line. I hope all of you are as enthralled with this episode as I have been!

Please, your feedback is very much encouraged!

Edit: After "The End" in the story, I have posted a post story continuation, or extra, which delves into the mundane of the aftermath and relationship development and the like, as Martin and Jenn's continuing sexual relationship "evolves". That "Extra" is written by me and is my own interpretation of behind the scenes things that are going on in the Fuchsia Fox's world. Though it is my work, Centurion did review it and has given his permission to me to post it, all a part of back story canon. At the same time, though, he doubts many of you would be interested in such "non-superheroine peril" relationship stuff, but still, he has allowed me to go for it. If you guys like this sort of post story extra, please do let me know, so that I can share with Centurion whether or not such extras are well received. I hope y'all enjoy!

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Fuchsia Fox: "Power Failure"


Chapter 1 -- Arlington, Virginia


It was probably not a good idea to be out flying during a thunderstorm.

As a responsible 25-year-old, Jennifer Fletcher knew this perfectly well. But her husband Martin was spending three weeks at an Army desert survival training course in Arizona. By the end of the second week Jenn had caught herself staring at their wedding photo on the bedside table and counting the hours until she could see him again. If that weren't bad enough, a chance phone call from his buddy Oscar had given her another cause for worry -- Martin's partner on this trip was Major Barbara Wright!

Major Wright was actually a pretty nice woman, if a little aggressive. She had even volunteered to instruct Jennifer's super-powered alter ego in martial arts. But that didn't change the fact that she was young and blonde. Not to mention incredibly sexy.

By nine o'clock, Jenn was restlessly pacing the apartment. She poured herself a glass of wine to calm her nerves. She could trust Martin. He wasn't the kind of man to succumb to another woman's charms, even one as sexy as Barbara Wright, and even if he was living off grasshoppers and sharing a sleeping bag with her two thousand miles away from his wife. She paced some more. Of course he wouldn't...

When she realized that she had emptied the wine bottle, she knew that she HAD to get out of the apartment, if only for a few hours.

As Jenn ran her hands distractedly through her shoulder length brunette hair, her eyes lit upon the gold bracelets of Ishtar on her wrists, locked in place there for the last two weeks because only Martin could unlatch them. Resolutely she changed into her costume -- a pair of snug briefs and a flirty, purplish-pink miniskirt, then above her bare midriff a matching halter top with its distinctive fox-head emblem following the smooth curves of her two shapely B-cups. She tugged her elbow length gloves on under her bracelets, put on her ankle boots, and made her exit through the balcony.

Flying over Arlington, the Fuchsia Fox thought to herself once again that this was not the greatest idea in the world. A moderate rain was falling, easily repelled from her body by her invisible force shield. But all around her were inky, menacing clouds, rolling with thunder and lit by almost constant flashes of lightning. Turning northeast over Fort Myer and the Pentagon, the superheroine could see the storm center away across the Potomac. KE-RACK! She saw a lightning bolt hit the Washington Monument. Then another.

Prudently the Fox changed course, following the line of the parkway south over Crystal City. Preoccupied trying to outrun the storm, she didn't really pay much attention to where she was going. The wind and the rain grew wilder as the storm caught up with her. The sound of lightning was becoming almost continuous. KRACK! KRACK! KER-RASH!

That one had been close! She almost felt the static charge of its passage! Quickly she let herself drop to the street below, high heels touching down on the asphalt as she ducked underneath a nearby awning to wait for the storm to pass.

The Fox saw right away that she was a long way from where she thought she had been. This was Leighton Street, in the middle of the red light district. From where she stood, the beautiful superlady could see half a dozen shabby store-fronts -- a liquor store, a pawn shop, a porn shop, a strip club, a seemingly empty store with no sign at all, and another strip club.

There were a dozen or so people hanging out under the awnings, smoking, drinking from bottles concealed in paper bags, or just loitering. Among them were pretty girls dressed in revealing clothes, some in lingerie or fanciful costumes. In spite of the heavy rain, cars were crawling along the street, sometimes stopping and rolling down their side windows so that the girls could dash over and negotiate for their services. Jennifer felt a stab of pity.

But the Fuchsia Fox's arrival had not gone unnoticed. Jenn almost smiled as a wave of reaction passed along the street, men nudging their neighbors, doing double takes as they caught sight of her long, lean body, clad in her sexy two piece costume. Jenn unexpectedly felt a thrill of arousal travel up her bare legs, making her silken skin tingle. She couldn't help thinking of New Year's Eve, when she had gone to that party dressed in that uber-sexy dress, mingling with men and flirting. Martin had been SO turned on when she told him about it! Did she dare to do that again, only this time in her costume? Well, why not? The bottle of wine inside her, combined with her anxiety over her husband, made her feel a little bit reckless.

Throwing caution to the wind, the Fox strolled fearlessly along the sidewalk, high heels clicking seductively. Every eye was drawn to her, the men in admiration, the women in raw jealousy. The stunning superheroine felt them staring, felt their eyes following the sensuous shape of her nubile torso, the alluring curve of her elegant legs, the enticing swagger of her pert caboose underneath her sassy little skirt. She was surprised at how excited it made her feel, how it made her heart throb and her blood sing with feminine power to have these seedy characters ogling her this way. She could see men licking their lips, some of them even rubbing their crotches as she walked by. Martin was going to go crazy when she told him about this...

Two men in grungy clothes insolently stepped in her path. "Where you going, pretty mama?" one said. He was black, his head shaved and tattooed with abstract designs. "Ain't no hurry, babe."

The second man was white. He said nothing, only grinned at her. Jennifer felt her pulse race a bit at being confronted like this. They were welcome to look, but if one of these lowlifes tried to put his grubby hands on her, he was in for a rude awakening. "Are you talking to me?" she said coolly, raising one flawless eyebrow.

"Ain't nobody else here, sweetmeat," the black guy sneered. "Come on, mama. Let old Jamaal have a taste of that sweet white ass. OooooWEE, I bet you juicy!"

He reached out with his right hand toward the Fox's left breast. Jenn caught his wrist and twisted it painfully before he even got close. "Look but don't touch," she said smugly.

"Chill out, Jamaal!" said a third man standing in a doorway, using the voice of one who expects to be obeyed. "That ain't no ordinary skank." As he stepped out of the shadows, the two punks who had accosted the Fox instantly shifted aside to make way for him, edging around behind her so that she was now surrounded.

"Oooh, Lawd!" the new man said, looking the sexy superheroine up and down. "Lawd have mercy!" He was also black, sort of heavy set. He was wearing black pants and a dark violet shirt, open to show off his hairy chest and the gold chains hanging around his neck.

"I am Demetrius Van Meter," he announced, "the king of Leighton Street. And you, my fine damsel, can only be the one and only Fuchsia Fox." His eyes looked the beautiful superheroine over as if he was already undressing her in his mind, which caused unexpected butterflies in the girl's stomach. "You must forgive the homies. They don't watch the news that much."

"Ain't nothin' I want to see on the news but the lott'ry numbahs," laughed Jamaal. He and the white punk slapped hands together, snickering.

Demetrius reached forward and took hold of the Fox's right hand. The sassy superlady felt the sudden urge to back away, but she would have backed right into the two punks standing behind her, and in any case she didn't want to look as if she was frightened of him. And what was there to be frightened of? With her super powers, she was easily in control of this situation.

He raised her hand to his lips in an almost courtly gesture, kissing the back of her glove-sheathed hand. "I ask myself," he said, "what is such a beautiful creature doing on Leighton Street this time of night?" Both of his big hands engulfed hers, massaging the backs of her fingers, sliding along her wrist and over her bracelet of Ishtar.

"Just... er... getting in out of the rain, you know?" the Fox said, smiling a little bit nervously. And she wasn't sure WHY she was nervous.

"We'll have to do our best to make it worth your while," Demetrius said, looking seductively into her brown eyes and kissing her hand again.

He moved in closer, and Jennifer instinctively took a nervous step back, bumping into Jamaal and the other guy on either side of her. She felt Jamaal's hands automatically reach for her hips, feeling the shape of her round booty, moving lightly past the hemline of her miniskirt. An electric tingle passed through her skin as she felt his hands pulling her rear end back against the stiff bulge of his aroused manhood. The white guy was pressing closer to her other side as Jamaal's hands traveled slowly upward along the bare flesh of her tummy, upward toward the edge of her halter top. Her pulse was racing and she couldn't help thinking to herself, Just how far do I want to let this go?

Meanwhile the thunderstorm had been abating. The rain had slacked off, the lightning was coming at longer and longer intervals. Suddenly -- KAPOW! -- there was a strike quite close-by on a power line transformer. White sparks rained down as the utility pole split and half of it fell across the street, landing on top of a car which was crawling past at the time.

"Hold that thought," the Fox said apologetically, thrusting the two punks aside and rushing to the rescue. In a single leap the spunky superlady was beside the car, tugging at the door while the downed power line spat and sizzled on the rain-soaked street at her feet.

The falling pole had crashed through the windshield and put a crimp in the driver's side door, jamming it hopelessly. No problem. The Fox jumped onto the roof, her high heels thumping hollowly on the wet metal. With rain water glistening on her nubile body, the superheroine hefted the pole and tossed it aside. Then, taking a grip on the roof, she peeled it back as easily as opening a sardine can. The middle-aged man trapped inside gratefully wiggled out through the gap and ran for shelter.

And just then, disproving the notion that lightning never strikes twice in the same place, a second bolt struck the transformer, travelling down the line to the car. The street people watched as the Fox took about a million volts through her delectable body, glowing for a moment as brightly as a star. Then she tumbled off the roof of the car and fell to the rain-soaked street.


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Chapter 2 --


The rain died away to a mere drizzle as the Fuchsia Fox lay on her left side on the wet pavement, her miniskirt riding up slightly and exposing her creamy thigh.

She seemed to be passing in and out of consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open and found her forehead pressed against the rainy asphalt surface. For a moment she had no memory at all of where she was or how she had gotten here. She felt cold... wet... had she slipped in the shower or something?

"Pick her up," said a voice from far away. The Fox felt hands slip underneath her torso, hands grabbing her left breast and giving it a rough squeeze as its owner took her weight. At the same time another pair of hands was touching her smooth bare legs, raising her miniskirt and pushing it aside as they encircled her slim buttocks. Together the two men lifted her slender body off the ground and stood her upright in between them.

In her fuzzy mental state, the superheroine felt vaguely appalled at the liberties the men were taking, groping her like this. "Excuse me..." she said, her voice sounding feeble in her own ears. Jenn tried to move her hands to push them off of her, and in this way she discovered that she couldn't separate her arms at all, because her power bracelets were stuck together!

"Shit! The cunt still alive, Demetrius!" said Jamaal, sliding one hand underneath the clingy fabric of her halter top to give the tender bare flesh of her boob another squeeze. "I thought sho she got her ticket punched." The Fox felt a confused quiver of arousal as his thumb rubbed across her erect nipple. At the same time, the other punk was holding her around the waist, one hand under her skirt in contact with her supple butt.

"Maybe she is, but she's still kind of out of it," said Demetrius, grabbing hold of the dazed and disoriented superheroine's chin, lifting her beautiful face up so that he could look her in the eyes. "And what's this shit?" His attention was drawn down the Fox's slim arms, examining her bracelets of Ishtar as they held her wrists together like handcuffs.

Jennifer felt confused. Why couldn't she move her bracelets? Otherwise, they seemed to be completely dead. No power was coming to her from them at all. Once again, she raised her head and tried to speak. "Excuse me," she said, sounding and feeling much stronger. "Could you just... take your hands off of me, please?"

"HA-HA!" scoffed Jamaal, still fondling her left boob. "Bitch wants us to take our hands off, Demetrius."

The King of Leighton Street looked around at his domain. With the damage to the transformer, the lights of the buildings were out, but the street lamps were still on. The street people were all gathering, some with cell phones out, ogling the sight of the captive superheroine. "Get her inside," Demetrius snapped. "This ain't no block party."


The two punks on either side each took a firmer grip on the Fox and tried to carry her toward the sidewalk. The superheroine dug in her heels and tried to resist. "Hey, stop it... no..."

"Don't be that way, sugar," said Jamaal, giving a painful pinch to her nipple. The Fox let out a gasp -- part surprise, part pleasure -- at being touched so intimately by a strange male. "We gonna fix you up. Once you go black, you don't never go back."

Oh God! Jennifer thought. How had she gotten herself into this? The dazed young heroine felt far too weak to fight as the punks carried her inside through the doors of the porn shop. The man behind the counter, in middle of setting up half a dozen small battery-powered lanterns, looked up but didn't say anything. Listlessly the Fox watched the racks of sex toys, dirty magazines and videos march past her. The naked flesh on their covers, the semi-nude women in provocative poses, only underscored the precariousness of her own situation, defenseless in her skimpy uniform.

Why wasn't her power aura working? She could vaguely remember getting struck by lightning. Could that have something to do with it? That would mean the magnofluxatronic capacitors had overloaded, which would lock the Y-axis field and disrupt her body aura. That made sense. So the solution was obvious -- take the bracelets off. Then they would no longer be feeding off her own bio-electric field, and they would reset.

The only problem with that was that she couldn't take them off. Martin could unlock them because he was the only man in the world she completely trusted. But he was in Arizona, over two thousand miles away. Desperately she twisted her wrists, trying to wrench them free, but the way her wrists were bound, her fingers couldn't even reach the catches!

Now the Fox was being carried up a narrow staircase. The punks paused at the top as one of them fumbled in the dark and flicked a switch. From somewhere came the hum of an emergency generator. Lights came on, illuminating the stairwell and the rooms on either side. Hanging a sharp left, the two men carried her into a room and dropped her quite suddenly onto an enormous, round bed which seemed to take up half the room. A video camera was set up on a tripod. Jennifer lay there, flat on her back, squirming and tugging uselessly at her stuck bracelets. The sheets felt like satin against her butt and the backs of her legs.

"Listen, guys," the superheroine said, with a note of pleading her voice, "I'm having a bit of difficulty here, and I'd appreciate it if--"

"Ain't no sweat, mama," said Jamaal, turning on the video camera and making certain it was aimed at her. Then he climbed onto the bed with her, reaching for her slender waist. "Jamaal be the original Mr. Fix-it Man! Let's just see what we got under the hood here. Hold on to her, Spinney..." With the other punk's help, he held her smooth white legs splayed as he flipped up her miniskirt to expose her panties. His hand went straight to her cleft, feeling her pussy up through the thin fabric. "You like that, mama?"

"Unnnn... no!" Jenn gasped, in a combination of pleasure and outrage, her eyes staring at the red light on the camera. "Get off of me!" She squirmed against the bedclothes, bringing her arms up in front of her to push the men away.

The white punk, Spinney, grabbed her wrists and moved around the bed, yanking her arms back over her head so that she couldn't interfere. Lying stretched out, pinioned and at the men's mercy, there was nothing the Fox could do to resist as the black man pushed aside her panties with his thick finger, worming his way into her moist, pink labia. She let out an audible gasp of surprise, goose bumps rising up on her bare skin, her heart thumping faster and faster as he rubbed her defenseless slit.

"Woooo, I see yo' trouble now!" Jamaal said. "Let me see what we got heah..." He took a small plastic zip-lock bag from the pocket of his jacket. "Dr. Jamaal fix you up fine, mama." The next thing the Fox knew, his hand was clamped over her mouth, forcing two small pills between her lips.

"No... don't..." the superheroine groaned, her body arching against the bed as she struggled against the punk holding her wrists. The black man held her mouth shut, pinching her nose and forcing her to swallow.

"You be fine in a minute, sugar," Jamaal said, as he quickly stripped her panties down her legs, past her knees, and over her ankle boots, tossing the garment aside!

"No, please don't..." Jennifer whimpered, her naked butt now rubbing against the satin sheets, the drug making her shiver with arousal.

The Fox gasped out loud as Jamaal dove in between her open thighs face first, careful not to block the camera's view as his mouth latched onto her vulnerable cooz. "Oh God..." she moaned, her body tingling all over as she felt his hot tongue inside her dripping wet love hole, moving erotically over her sensitive bud. "Please... please don't..." A shudder of passion rocked the girl's body as she felt him licking, sucking at her womanhood, his ministrations enticing her closer and ever closer to orgasm.

The punk holding her wrists was eagerly watching his partner go down on her. With nothing else to do with his hands, he had begun to absently fiddle with her bracelets. Suddenly the Fox felt a click as the catch of her right bracelet disengaged in his hands! Jennifer's brown eyes grew wide with alarm as the loosened ornament began to slide over her slender wrist. Instinctively she pulled the other way as the left bracelet followed suit!

What just happened? Jennifer thought incredulously. My bracelets are supposed to be infallibly locked in place, never to come off unless I-- Realization suddenly came in a flash. Unless she wanted them to be removed. Her mother had told her that eventually the day would come when she would be able to remove them without Martin's intervention. Wouldn't you just know it would be under these circumstances?

The punk fumbled the bracelets as he quickly shifted his grip to keep his hold on the captured superheroine's slim wrists. The two artifacts were still stuck together, but one was rolling slowly around the other, as if their mutual attraction was steadily weakening. With a short laugh, he tossed them away into a corner of the room.

The Fox's heart sank. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Her wrists were no longer bound together, but neither did she have the implements which granted her super powers. She was more helpless than ever.


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Chapter 3 --


Just then Demetrius walked into the room. "Jamaal! Who said you could sample my white ho'?"

"I didn't mean nothing by it," the black punk said quickly, withdrawing from the Fox's pussy as the big man entered the room. "I was just warmin' the bitch up fo' ya, dawg! Lookit, I gave her some X! She be ready in just a minute."

Jennifer looked up fearfully at her captor. Between her legs, her coosh felt slippery and drenched with her own juices as she lay there in his bed, almost on display for him, restrained in her place by the punk holding her wrists. She could already feel the Ecstasy pills hitting her bloodstream, making her heart swell with euphoria, making her cheeks feel hot.

"You can't... keep me here like this," she asserted, her voice sounding shakey, her breath coming in rapid gasps. "I'm the... F-fuchsia Fox!"

"Whatever I can and can't do remains to be seen," the big man said, peeling off his violet shirt so that big hairy chest was displayed. "My daddy taught me one thing -- the only thing you can be sure of in this world is what you can grab with your own two hands." He grinned as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, letting his erect penis rise up like a long, enormous anaconda.

Oh my God, look at the size of it! Jennifer thought, rendered absolutely breathless by the sight of his cock. Heart pounding, she felt her tender snatch quivering with arousal, yearning for the touch of that one-eyed monster, aching to be invaded by it. She could so easily imagine it thrusting into her tunnel, filling her, erupting with tons of cum. Resolutely Jennifer struggled to quash those erotic thoughts, to fight them down. And yet thanks to the drug in her system, her libido felt many times normal, her body trembling, her skin moist with arousal. Involuntarily she began to slide up and down, rubbing her round, naked butt against the sheets.

"Get the camera, Jamaal," Demetrius ordered, climbing onto the bed and taking hold of the Fox's ankles.

"Oh yeah, the camera!" the lackey echoed, moving back and lifting the video camera off of its tripod. He aimed it at the Fox, edging around to Demetrius' left side to get a good angle. "Say that line again, sugah... you know when you said you was the Fucksome Fox an' we can't keep you here like this. That thang..."

The heroine glared at the red light on the camera and kept her mouth shut. This kept getting worse and worse! She knew what they wanted -- they wanted her to beg and plead, they wanted her to act the part of a frightened victim. "I'll never give in to the likes of you," she said simply, kicking out with her lissome legs.

But Demetrius was ready for that. He broke into a smile as his big hands tightened around her silken calves, holding her helpless, holding her legs spread. "That's right, mama," he said gruffly. "Put up a struggle if that makes you feel better. You white chicks always do. But we both know you want it. You can't wait for it..."

"It would take a bigger man than YOU," the Fox said, struggling against the surging tide of hormones boiling through her nubile young body because of the Ecstasy she had been given. Her vision blurred, her head swimming in a drugged delirium of warring emotions. Deep inside, she knew that it was hopeless. Sooner or later, the drug would overwhelm her, and she would submit. She had to break free NOW, or she was lost!

Demetrius was kneeling between her legs, his body as rigid as steel, his hands sliding along her knees, her creamy inner thighs as he reached forward to touch her throbbing girl thing. The Fox nearly gasped out loud as he fingered her slippery pussy lips, peeling back the petals of her labia and stroking her juicy clit. Jamaal scurried around with the camera for a better angle.

"Oooh that feels tight," Demetrius said, his hands sliding underneath her, holding her butt cheeks, lifting her bottom up slightly as he positioned himself.

"Nnnnooo," Jenn moaned, biting her lip to keep her mind focused. Using the leverage of the punk holding her wrists, the heroine suddenly arched her hips upward, knocking his penis away. Demetrius grasped at her smooth white buttocks, trying to hold her in place, but the heroine twisted to her right, bringing her left knee up into his balls. It was only a grazing shot, but with a low hiss, he backed away off of her.

"Whoa, slow down, mama," said Jamaal, dropping the camera as he tried to grab her from the other side. The Fox lashed out with her ankle boot, catching him in the kneecap. The black man swore as he clutched his wounded leg.

Up until now, Spinney had been enjoying the show from his position at the top of the bed. The Fox flipped her body upward and wrapped both of her long legs around his neck, locking her knees behind his head. The white punk had a very brief period of time in which to enjoy the extreme closeup view of the sassy superlady's sweet pussy, not to mention the creamy smoothness of her thighs around his face, before the heroine had yanked him forward onto the bed. Plucking her wrists out of his grasp, she steered him into Jamaal, and both of the men crashed to the floor in a tangle.

"I'm sorry to break this party up," the Fox said haughtily, struggling to her feet. Closing her eyes, the heroine tried to activate the quantum link between her costume and her bracelets, summoning her power devices back to her. But to Jenn's dismay, nothing happened! The Ecstasy in her system was making her feel too light-headed. She couldn't... focus...

A fraction of a second later, everything went dark as someone clubbed her on the back of the head. With a groan, the Fox dropped to the bed face down.

"I thought you said you gave her some X!" Demetrius scowled, looking down at the unconscious superheroine stretched out on the bed, her miniskirt slightly riding up, showing a glimpse of her round bare butt.

"I did," Jamaal grunted, throwing Spinney off of himself and scrambling to his feet. "She like a wildcat, man. I never seen a white girl fight that hard."

"We could do her while she's asleep," suggested the white guy, licking his lips at the idea.

"No we won't," said Demetrius. "The bitch needs to learn just who the King is here! We'll wait for her to wake up. And when she does, it's not going to be pleasant for her. Not at all!"


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Chapter 4 --


The Fuchsia Fox was lying on her right side, sprawled across the big round bed. She was shivering from cold; her lissome body felt weak and exhausted. She felt the knot on the back of her head throbbing where Demetrius had knocked her out. As the superheroine opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, she could still hear the low hum from the emergency generator in the next room.

She heard voices. "Whooo look at that!" Jamaal was saying. "That's sweet, that is. Ya gotta love them itty bitty little titties, don't ya?" He was standing at Demetrius' shoulder, both men hunched around a small table with their backs to her, thinking she was unconscious probably, while they fiddled with something on a laptop computer. The video camera was lying discarded beside them.

The Fox slowly swept her eyes around the room. She saw her panties in the corner where they had been thrown aside, but she couldn't see her bracelets of Ishtar anywhere. Feeling a wave of panic, Jenn tried again to summon them to her, but her brain was so fuzzy, she couldn't focus sufficiently. She felt her mental contact with them fade in and out.

Her heart fluttering with apprehension, the young heroine took stock of her situation. Until she could summon her bracelets back to her, she was just a normal girl, completely powerless against three men. But she hadn't been restrained in any way. Maybe if she was lucky she could slip out the door while her captors weren't looking. Cautiously the girl shifted her weight, trying to slide down the satin sheets without making a sound.

"What's taking Spinney so long?" Demetrius said suddenly, looking over his shoulder toward the door. The Fox froze, feigning sleep. "I told him to go and come straight back."

"You know MacAuley, dawg, he got to dicker," said Jamaal dismissively, without looking up from the video recording they had been watching on the laptop. "Damn, she sho got a fine pussy! She tight and juicy as a clam!"

Footsteps suddenly sounded on the stairs as Spinney burst into the room. "Yo, boss! You'll never guess what I seen--"

"How much did you get?" Demetrius interrupted impatiently.

"Oh that," the white guy said, handing over some money. "Twenty-five bucks apiece. He said we was lucky to get--"

"Fifty bucks for a pair of gold bracelets?" Demetrius snapped. "You better not be holding back!"

Jennifer felt another surge of panic punch her right in the gut. They had pawned her bracelets of Ishtar? Didn't they realize what they WERE?

"Forget about that, boss," Spinney said. "Guess who I seen across the street? That lady doctor is back, setting up her free clinic again."

"Rachel Soames is back?" Demetrius' voice had gone low, carrying a dangerous undercurrent. "I thought I made it clear to that woman two weeks ago that nobody sets up on my street without paying me protection."

"She got a couple of friends with her -- a guy and another girl."

Jamaal turned from the laptop at hearing this news. "Sounds like she a bit slow on the uptake, dawg. You want us to go and talk to her again?"

Demetrius strode to the end of the room and opened a closet door. He took out a case and threw it open. A moment later, he had pulled on a pair of gauntlets. The fingers were reinforced with metal tips and metal studs along the knuckles. In addition to that, on the backs of the cuffs were a series of tubes. The king of Leighton Street raised his left gauntlet and made a snapping gesture toward the far wall. There was a slight hiss as one tube fired, and a fraction of a second later a wicked-looking four-inch metal dart slammed into the wooden wall with a heavy thud, only inches from Spinney's head.

"We'll all go," he said grimly. "We'll just have to introduce Dr. Soames to the perils of missing the learning curve." He glanced down at the bed, where the Fox still lay, pretending to be unconscious. "Tie the bitch up. We'll finish with her after we've seen to Dr. Soames."

"What are you going to do, boss?" asked Spinney nervously.

Demetrius flashed him a grim smile. "We're going to bring Dr. Soames and her girlfriend back here for a little recreational enjoyment. After we're done with them, all three of the bitches might have an accidental meth overdose. Got a problem with that?"

"I likes the way you think, dawg," said Jamaal, grinning as he reached under the bed and drug out a coil of nylon rope. At the same time, the white punk reached across the bed for the Fox's slim shoulder and rolled her onto her back.

Jennifer felt another wave of panic. They were going to tie her up! It was now or never! Quickly the spunky young superheroine grabbed hold of the punk's forearm and drove her ankle boots upward into his abdomen, using the leverage to flip him over her and across the bed. "What the hell?" the punk gasped as he tumbled to the floor.

"Stop her!" Demetrius ordered, but the heroine was already rolling off the bed and scampering toward the corner where her panties had been tossed.

"I got the bitch!" yelled Jamaal, moving to cut her off from the door. The Fox felt his hands reaching for her, clutching at the back of her halter top as she scurried between his legs. She struck upward, head-butting him right in the balls. "My nuts!" the black man grunted, letting go of her -- and then she was past him, stumbling down the stairway. Her legs felt wobbly and uncertain, her ankle boots like lead weights. Behind her, the Fox heard the men cursing at one another as they all three tried to rush the doorway at once and got jammed up. But she didn't dare slow down as she ran through the porn shop and out into the street.

Lungs gasping, heart thumping, the Fox involuntarily paused for half a second to get her bearings. To her right, a crew from Virginia Electric was working on replacing the downed utility pole and transformer, and most of the street people were watching that operation. The heroine spun on her heel and jogged off in the other direction.

There were still one or two cars cruising past trying to pick up hookers. The Fox ran past them, her high heels click-clocking on the sidewalk. Her body was trembling, shivering from cold, even though it was a warm night. Her instinct was to get indoors quickly, to hide; Demetrius and his goons would spot her if she kept to the street. She ran past the empty storefront and ducked inside the first doorway beyond it.

It was the strip club! Jenn realized her mistake right away, but she couldn't go back out on the street. Quickly she passed through the short entryway where a bouncer stood guard and into the main room, hoping to lose her pursuers.


***


Chapter 5 --


The insistent beat of the dance music hit the Fuchsia Fox's lithe, youthful body almost like a live current, making her spine tingle. The big room was lit by candles on the tables and booths, where men sat with their dates. The only other lights were colored spotlights on the three stages, where girls were dancing and stripping. In the dim light, the chest emblem of the Fox's costume wasn't so obvious. Hopefully she could pass as just another scantily-clad nightclub-goer. If she could just blend in with the crowd...

"Hey baby!" The man who had accosted her was casually dressed in a leisure suit, with a three or four day growth of stubble on his chin. "I thought I heard fire alarms going off in here. It must have been you... 'cause you're SO HOT!"

The powerless superheroine rolled her eyes as the man reached out to her. Her sassy little miniskirt swished around her alluring thighs as she tried to dart back out of his reach, but he caught her anyway, his hand sliding around her narrow waist. Jenn tried to smile as she put her hands against his chest to hold him at bay. "I'm sorry but I'm... uh... waiting for my..."

Belatedly the Fox realized that her crumpled panties were visible clutched in her hand. She blushed as she snatched that hand behind her back, but the damage was done; he had seen them.

"Oh, I love a kinky girl," he said, grinning, his sharp eyes roaming down her sylph-like body and focusing on the hem of her short miniskirt and the hidden treasure underneath it. "Come on, baby, let's have a drink. You've already got my heart throbbing for you."

Jenn was willing to bet that it was another part of his body entirely that was throbbing. But at that moment Jamaal entered the nightclub and glanced around. "Sure thing, stud!" she gushed, throwing herself at her admirer, snaking one slim arm around his shoulder while she hid her face against his neck. His hands immediately grabbed hold of her tight, round little butt and pulled her hips against his rock-hard bulge. The superheroine gasped out loud -- the thin Zumerian fabric of her miniskirt felt practically nonexistent. There was really nothing the girl could do to resist as he steered her to a booth, ordering two Singapore slings from a waitress in passing.

The two of them sat down, the Fox pretending to make out with the stranger while keeping one eye on Jamaal. Meanwhile her admirer was taking full advantage of the situation, kissing her slender neck and fondling her supple tits with one hand, while his other hand reached under her skirt, sliding in between her flawless legs and playing with her unprotected snatch. Jenn shivered, feeling a surge of moist heat between her thighs as he touched her womanhood, stroking her. It must be the Ecstasy still in her system, making her pulse race, making her hips rock back and forth submissively against his groping fingers as she gradually lost herself in a tide of feminine arousal.

Their drinks arrived, and the Fox abruptly realized that Jamaal was no longer there. But by that time, her nubile body was quivering with excitement, her brain buzzing with euphoria. The hard bulge of her escort's cock inside his trousers was driving her crazy, making her pussy ache! Without fully being aware of what she was doing, the beautiful young heroine pushed him back against the booth, her knees straddling him as her trembling fingers worked down his zipper.

"Whoa baby, give me a little warning--" the man blurted out as his wiener popped upright like a jack-in-the-box. The Fox rose up on her knees and lowered herself onto his stiff pole, gasping with pleasure as they achieved union and he entered her soft wetness. The man groaned as Jennifer closed her eyes and began to slide up and down his shaft, riding him... her firm, delicious breasts bobbing up and down in front of his face.

What in God's name am I doing? the Fox thought desperately. Her miniskirt hung down covering her waist, so that to any casual onlooker, they could simply be engaged in heavy petting, and yet it was a public place; anyone could be watching! But she couldn't seem to stop herself... the feel of his rigid manhood rubbing up and down inside her tight tunnel was intoxicating, robbing her of all self-control.

A surge of ecstasy was gradually building inside her body, thrusting away all other thoughts. The musky aroma of her female juices seemed to fill her nostrils, driving her wild with passion. Her lissome frame was steadily sliding up and down her escort's penis, increasing the tempo until at last with a cry of pleasure, she felt him explode with cum inside her. "Oh God!" she gasped, shaking with euphoria as she sank down on him to the hilt one final time.

Somehow she managed to climb off of him as he picked up his drink and downed about half of it in one swallow. "Damn, woman! Give a guy a break, will ya!"

Jennifer followed his example, gulping at her drink, grateful for the burning taste of alcohol going down her throat, bringing her back to reality.

"Man, that was something!" her escort said, putting down his glass. "Let's do that again!" Like a shot, his hands were on her like an octopus.

"Give me a chance to catch my breath, stud," the Fox demurred, struggling to fight him off.

"Catch it later, honey. I'm wild for you..."

"But I've got to... um..." Frantically the helpless superheroine flogged her emotionally overtaxed brain to think of some excuse to get away from him. Her brown eyes lit upon the stage, where a fresh set of three girls had just started dancing. "I've got to get back stage. I'm on in a minute!"

"No way!" the man said, his eyes lighting up. "You mean you're a performer here?"

"Yeah, this is my first night," the Fox said, giving him another smouldering kiss as she tore herself out of his clutches. "Wait for me, okay? Promise you'll wait here for me?"

As quick as she could, the Fox made a dash for the stage door. Once she was safely on the other side, two girls in short dressing gowns accosted her in the glare of an emergency lantern. "Who are you, bitch?" one of the dancers said suspiciously, looking her up and down.

"Sorry," the young heroine said, folding her arms across her chest emblem. "Blind date. Trying to ditch the loser."

The girls both grinned sympathetically. "The back door's that way, honey," one of them said.

With a nod of thanks, the Fox slunk out the back door and found herself in a dark alley. Finally taking the opportunity afforded to pull her pants back on, she felt inexpressibly grateful to have her snatch securely covered once again. She had never been in a predicament like this before, helpless and vulnerable, and on the run from common lowlifes.

Cautiously the heroine crept up to the mouth of the alley, facing Leighton Street. She was just in time to see Demetrius meet up with Jamaal and Spinney, who had apparently split up to search for her. She saw them shake their heads.

"Forget about the Fuchsia Fox, then," Demetrius said, giving a tug at his gauntlets. "We'll worry about her later. It's time to go visit Dr. Soames and her friends." And the three of them strode off across the street toward a storefront on the opposite side.

The Fox moaned in frustration. Desperately she tried again to concentrate, to summon her bracelets of Ishtar. But again they wouldn't come. Panic began to run around inside her head, bouncing off the walls of her skull. What if they were damaged by the lightning bolt? What if she could never summon them? What if they no longer worked, and she could never be the Fuchsia Fox again?

Sternly Jennifer got ahold of herself. One problem at a time. Dr. Soames and her friends were in terrible danger, and she was the only one who could rescue them. At least she could try to find the pawn shop and reclaim her bracelets of Ishtar. Catching her breath, the superheroine slipped through the shadows and took off running.


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Chapter 6 --


Virginia Electric had just finished the repairs to the transformer, restoring electricity to Leighton Street. The beefy, middle-aged owner of MacAuley's pawn shop looked up as the door opened, his hand automatically going to the automatic pistol he kept behind the counter. He relaxed as he saw that it was a girl in a skimpy purplish-red costume, the most strikingly beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.

The Fox favored him with a smile as she strolled along the glass cases. He watched her like a cat watching a canary. "Something I can help you with, miss?"

Then she saw them, her two bracelets of Ishtar! "Yes," she said. "These bracelets..."

"You have good taste, miss," MacAuley said, opening the case and taking the bracelets out. "Just got them in. I can let you have the pair for two hundred and fifty dollars. For you... two hundred."

The superheroine raised her flawless eyebrows. That was a bargain, considering that they were actually priceless! "I'm the Fuchsia Fox, sir. And I'm afraid to tell you these items are stolen property. I'm going to have to ask you to turn them over to me. I'll see that they're returned to their rightful owner."

"Everybody's heard of the Fuchsia Fox," MacAuley said, his beady eyes focusing lecherously on the young heroine's two sweet, perfect coconuts. "I'd love to help you, but I paid sixty dollars for them. I can't just give them away..." He paused, licking his lips. "Maybe I could make a special deal just for you, in return for... certain services..." He reached out his hand to cup her pliant breast.

"I don't have time for this," the Fox hissed.

Without even thinking about what she was doing, the sassy superheroine caught the pawnbroker's wrist, spinning around and twisting his arm behind him, while at the same time her other arm snaked around his throat. Only then did she realize that she had exactly copied the choke hold that Major Barbara Wright had shown her.

"I'll see that you get your sixty dollars back," the Fox said. "I promise. But right now, I need to take these bracelets with me."

The heroine released him and slipped the bracelets on. Immediately, without her even invoking the name Ishtar, a burst of luminous energy engulfed her frail body, refreshing and revitalizing her. To Jennifer it felt like being reunited with an old friend or a lover, feeling the erotic rapture of his embrace. She could feel the bracelets re-integrating with her costume, re-forging their special union as her powers returned. After running around without them all evening, she felt even more powerful than before.


***


Rachel Soames was terrified. Along with Brian and Cindy, two nursing students, she had been trying to fix up the clinic when Demetrius and his two goons burst in on them. The so-called King of Leighton Street had visited her once before trying to extort protection money. This time she tried to explain to him that theirs was a non-profit enterprise, that she was operating under a grant and there was no money to spare, none at all.

"Wrong answer, doctor," Demetrius said, as his two thugs worked over Brian, beating him to a bloody pulp. Then the three men grabbed her and Cindy, chloroformed them, and brought them back to the bedroom above their porn shop.

The two women were now lying on a big, round bed with satin sheets, stripped to their bras and panties. They both felt exposed and helpless with their hands tied behind them, the three men standing over them, grinning lewdly. A video camera was set up on a tripod, aimed at the bed and recording.

"P-please don't hurt us," Rachel begged, squirming on the sheets in her ivory white demi-bra and panties, which made quite a pleasant contrast to her creamy, chocolate brown skin. "I'll... I'll get you some money somehow..."

"Too late for that now, doctor," Demetrius said, his right fist grinding into the palm of his left, both hands encased in metal gauntlets. "I need to make an example of you, so that other people don't get ideas. Jamaal, if you please..."

"Now just relax, mama," the lackey said, whipping out a switchblade knife and advancing on the frightened Cindy, who was pale white with short red hair. "No use in you struggling."

The nursing student whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks as the black man slipped the blade of his knife between her boobs and under the front of her pink flowered bra. The elastic parted with a snap, letting the cups fly back to expose her naked twins.

Just then a heavy thud came from the porn shop down on ground floor. "Spinney, go see what that is," snapped Demetrius without moving from his spot. The white guy hurried down the narrow stairs, but before he was even halfway, there was another thud and he came flying back -- literally flying, crashing flat on his back on the landing, where he lay groaning.

"Why don't you losers pick on somebody who can fight back?" said the Fuchsia Fox, standing in the doorway and cocking her pert little tail.

"Whooo-ee!" said Jamaal, turning on her and waving his switchblade. "If it ain't the Fucksome Fox again! I'm gonna enjoy guttin' you, mama!"

"Don't count on it," the sexy superlady smirked, planting her hands on her shapely hips. As he charged, the Fox easily evaded his knife and grabbed the collar of his jacket, simultaneously bringing her alluring knee up into his abdomen. As the breath hissed out of him, the girl gave him a backhand across his jaw, then flipped him over to land on top of Spinney, who had just been about to stagger upright.

"Look out!" Rachel screamed. The Fox heard a hiss of compressed air as two of those wicked darts fired from Demetrius' gauntlets. The deadly projectiles glanced off the superheroine's invisible force shield and thudded into the wall.

"That wasn't very neighborly," the Fox said, thinking how fortunate it was that had decided not to take any chances with these losers and keep her force shield up.

"Tell it to the coroner," the black man said as he lunged, punching her in the jaw with his gauntlet-shod right fist. Despite her shield, Jenn felt the iron-hard impact of the metal studs, snapping her head back. She stumbled as his left fist followed through, striking her chin and making her see stars. The heroine fell against the bed, where the two girls cowered away from the fight.

"So you fall again into my clutches..." Demetrius smirked as he bore down upon the Fox, pushing her down on the mattress with his hands clamped around her slender young throat. The heroine brought up her knee between their bodies, breaking his hold and thrusting him away. As she got to her feet, her attacker jumped her from behind, his powerful arms wrapping around her body, pinning her arms and grabbing at her perky breasts.

"I've about... HAD it with you!" the Fox hissed, flexing her arms and twisting out of his grasp. Spinning in place, she brought up one gorgeous gam in a high kick to the side of his head. As he staggered back, the spunky superlady let him have it with an uppercut and then a roundhouse which threw him across the room and into the far wall. The King of Leighton Street went down like a sack of bricks.

The two captured women were sobbing with fright. "It's all right," the Fox said soothingly, as she quickly untied the girls and gave them hugs. "You're safe now. I called the police and an ambulance a few minutes ago. They should be pulling up any second now. If you ladies wouldn't mind going downstairs to wait for them, I'll finish up with these losers."

Rachel and Cindy stumbled down the narrow stairway, clutching at one another for protection. The superheroine went to the video camera and turned it off. Running it backward, Jenn checked to make sure that it held the footage Jamaal had shot of her earlier in the evening, then she removed the video card and slipped it down the bodice of her halter top, with the intention of disposing of it later.

Just to make sure, the Fox checked the laptop as well. Sure enough, the men had already copied the video of her capture to the desktop. She right-clicked and deleted the file. The pop-up asked, "Are you sure you want to move this file to the Recycle Bin?" Hell yeah, Jenn thought as she clicked on Yes.

Just in time! The superheroine could hear the approaching sirens now. Feeling a bit smug, she smiled to herself as she lightly strutted downstairs to join the other women.


***

Epilogue --


After giving her statement to the police, some time later the Fuchsia Fox crept in through the balcony window of her sixth floor Arlington apartment. Oooh what a night! What she needed now was a shower! On the way to the bathroom, the stunning superheroine peeled off her fuchsia halter top, giving her two perky girls their freedom... and as she did, the card she had taken from Demetrius' video camera fell to the floor. Jenn stared at it for a moment; she had almost forgotten she had it.

Delicately biting her lower lip, Jennifer turned on her own laptop and inserted the card. As she played the file, watching herself sprawled on the big round bed, she couldn't help reliving the moment. Her captors hadn't managed to record very much before she had broken free -- Jamaal going down on her while she lay helpless, then Demetrius fingering her and whipping out his big anaconda, preparing to thrust it into her. But the humiliation she had originally felt at being drugged and taken advantage of had been mitigated somewhat by later events. She could look back on it now as a relatively harmless sexual encounter. As Jennifer sat there at her laptop, watching herself squirming on the bed in the men's clutches, her hands caressed her naked breasts, feeling her nipples grow hard with pleasure. Mmmmm! Martin would probably la-love watching this!

Speak of the devil... her phone rang at precisely that moment. Jenn snatched it up eagerly.

"Jenn?" her husband's voice said with crystal clarity from across two thousand miles. "It's me. We just finished our debriefing early. We should be flying back late tomorrow..."

"Really? Tomorrow?" the girl said, clicking off the video file. "I can't wait to see you, darling! I can't tell you how much I've missed you!"

"Me too, Angel. What have you been up to tonight?"

Jennifer blushed. "Oh, wellllll... your favorite superchick somehow managed to get herself caught in a rather precarious situation," she said airily. "I'll tell you all about it when you get home. I even have a visual aid to show you this time."

"A what?"

"It's too complicated to go into over the phone," she said with a giggle. "You'll understand when you--" Suddenly she gasped out loud. Her eyes had wandered to the Recycle Bin on her laptop, noticing that it was full from a couple of files she had deleted earlier in the week. The sight of it made a knot form in her stomach. OH MY GOD! she thought. She hadn't emptied the Recycle Bin on Demetrius' laptop when she deleted that video file either! How could she have forgotten something as basic as that?

"Jenn? Are you all right? You sound a little out of breath," Martin asked. "Listen, sweetheart, I've got to get off the phone. I'm beat. See you tomorrow. I love you."

Jennifer said, "I love you," and clicked off her phone almost in a daze. The only crumb of comfort she could find was that Demetrius and his goons were going to be in jail for some time on assault charges. Hopefully by the time they got out, they would have forgotten about the video.

***

At Fort Yuma, Arizona, Martin was sitting on the foot of his bed in the Transient Officer's Quarters, half dressed in just his desert fatigue trousers, having already taken off his boots and his shirt. His broad, bare chest was slightly sunburned and still grimy from almost three weeks in the field. He tapped his phone thoughtfully against his chin, wondering what Jenn could have meant by--

Barbara Wright suddenly walked in through the open door, obviously fresh from the shower, her blonde hair still wet, a thin, government-issue towel wrapped loosely around her enticing body. "Oops! Sorry Fletcher," she gasped. "These TOQ rooms all look alike."

"Th-that's okay, major," he said, his heart leaping as he caught a brief but eye-popping glimpse of her breasts before she clutched the towel more tightly around her body. After almost three weeks in the field, his cock sat up and took notice.

"Were you just talking to Jennifer?" Barbara asked casually, lifting one flawless eyebrow, quite unfazed by her state of undress.

"Who?" Martin said weakly, his imagination still stuck on what he thought he had just seen.

"Jennifer -- your wife?" Barbara prompted, smirking.

"Oh, right. Jennifer... yes, I was telling her we'd probably be back late tomorrow."

Major Wright smiled as she turned around to leave. "Guess that means I only have you to myself for one more night."


THE END>>>>
By Centurion

[DrDominator9]

Another exciting episode filled with sexual misadventures and precarious peril. Enjoyed it all including the scene in the strip club where a drugged Jenn loses her self-control. I was particularly pleased to see she kept her shield up and thus was able to deflect the darts. Very nice job on the plotting, the pacing and the writing overall.

[flirty_but_nice]

In collaborating in these Fuchsia Fox stories with Centurion, there are so many "relationship" ideas I have bombarded C with, which he simply cannot fit into his nice, succinct, carefully honed (Dr. dominator contributed that description), similarly formatted stories. After much badgering, however, he essentially told me to go for writing such mundane things up on my own, subject to his approval before posting as sort of "After Story Extras", as it were.

Accordingly, the following delves into the mundane aftermath of the main story as above, and explores relationship development stuff and the like, as Martin and Jenn's continuing sexual relationship "evolves".

This "Extra" is written by me and is my own interpretation of behind the scenes things that are going on in the Fuchsia Fox's world. Though it is my work, Centurion did review it and has given his permission to me to post it, as being a part of the after story Fuchsia Fox canon.

Though he has given me permission to post it, he at the same time doubts many of you will be interested in such "non-superheroine peril" relationship stuff, but still, he has allowed me to go for it.

If you guys like this sort of post story extra as much as I do, please do let me know, so that I can share with Centurion your feedback of whether or not such sort of extras are well received. I hope y'all enjoy!

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Power Failure Extras - Hatching a Plan
By flirty_but_nice

Hatching a Plan – Chapter 1


Having been away on military business for the past week, it had been too long since Captain Martin Fletcher had last seen his wife Jennifer, so it was understandable that he was anxious to get home, as his car instead pulled up in front of the townhouse of his best friend, Lt. Oscar Jenkins.

Upon his flight returning home to the D.C. area, Martin would have preferred to hurry straight home to take Jennifer into his arms and hold her tight. He so longed for her sexy body, for since returning from his previous out of town trip, Martin barely had any time to digest Jenn’s tales of her secret alter ego, the superheroine Fuchsia Fox, tangling with the King of Leighton Street and his criminal gang, before he had been dispatched by Major Barbara Wright for another week away on military business. Had he not known better, given the haste with which Major Wright had the very next day sent him away on another mission, Martin might have suspected that the sexy Major was purposefully trying to keep him away from his wife!

During their one night that he and Jenn did have together before he was sent away on this most recent trip, when Jenn had shown him the compromising video footage taken of her while she had been captured by Demetrius after temporarily losing her superpower due to being struck by lightning, the saucy nature of the video had led to a long sweet night of love making between Martin and his wife. When Martin was called away in haste very early the very next morning on more military business, it was a very happy surprise for Martin when he discovered on the plane trip that still in his laptop from the night before was the memory card containing the sexy video of the Fuchsia Fox being held captive, with her body being sexually teased and stimulated by the King of Leighton Street and his lackey, Jamaal, as they were planning on deflowering the downed superheroine.

The happenstance of the memory card still being in his personal laptop suited Martin just fine, though, for while away on this most recent trip he was able to save a copy of the video of his sexy superheroine wife onto his personal laptop for his own secret archive. Missing Jenn as much as he did while away, he enjoyed the video several times over the course of his week away.

Walking up to the front door of Oscar’s townhouse, Martin was really hoping to be able to just drop the dossier off and be on his way. Reaching the front door, only the outer screen door was shut and loud music was blaring from within. Repeated ringing of the doorbell went unanswered. So too did Martin’s yelling “Hellooo” into Oscar’s home. No doubt, Martin’s voice and the ringing doorbell were being drowned out by the loud music.

With the screen door being unlocked, Martin took it upon himself to venture inside. Walking down the narrow hallway, Martin’s calls still went unanswered. Rounding the corner into the dining room turned workout room, there was his friend laying on his back on a workout bench doing bench presses.
“Yo, helloooo, OSCAR!”

Finally, the lieutenant heard his friend, pushing the heavily weighted dumbbell onto the rack above and then sitting up and turning to greet his best friend Martin. “Yo, Fletch. How ya doing, buddy?”

Distracted by the sight of nearly naked cam-girls on the big flat screen mounted onto the wall Oscar was facing while doing his bench presses, Martin absent mindedly answered, “Not bad, not bad.” Then refocussing, with annoyance, Martin added, “Fuck, Oscar, you really need to get a lock on that screen door … and shit, man, do you really need the music to be so loud?”

Taking cue from Martin’s comment, Oscar reached for his iPad and turned the volume down on the streaming device, causing the music blaring over the big stereo to become much quieter. Then Oscar tauntingly apologized, “Sorry Dad.” Letting out a chuckle, he then continued, “So Fletch, buddy, what brings you by?”

Again distracted by the sight of all of the sexy models on the screen in their preview panes, Martin haphazardly answered, holding up the dossier as he did so, “Hellooo, the dossier? Didn’t Major Wright message you that I’d be dropping it by?”

“Oh shit, yeah, she did. She mentioned about some research shit. A Dr. Sartorio or something like that.”
Finding it difficult to tear his eyes away from all the sexy images of women on the big screen, Martin couldn’t help himself in asking, his head motioning toward the big screen as he spoke, “So Oscar, what the fuck is the deal with all the babes on the screen?”

Oscar chuckled in answering, “Oh, the babes. Just a bunch of sexy women showing off their wares on some cam girls site. I like to work out with the image of beautiful women filling my view. You know, extra motivation in sculpting this.”, he said, motioning to his own muscular, buff body.

“You’re one sick puppy, Oscar.”, Martin said with a laugh.

“Hey man, don’t knock it, some of these girls are uber hot!”, Oscar defended.

“Yyyeah, okay, so anyway, Oscar, I just wanted to drop this off. I gotta get going home, you know, to a REAL woman. Jenn is waiting for this!” Martin taunted mockingly, in gesturing toward his own body.

“Fletch, aren’t you going to stay for just one beer? Come on, Man, one beer.”, Oscar offered in trying to convince his friend to stay.

“Ummm, stay here with a guy and a bunch of ho’s on a big screen or get home to my gorgeous wife? Ummm, easy decision … I choose the latter. Sorry, man.”

“Hey, don’t call these beauties ho’s, they’re very talented agents of seduction.”, Oscar countered with a laugh.
Laughing in reply to Oscar’s defense of the girls on screen, inside Martin could not deny that some of them looked really sexy and seductive. His line of thought was then interrupted by Oscar, who was grabbing at his iPad to change the internet page being mirrored on the big-screen. “Fletch, before you go, I gotta show you something.”

Rolling his eyes because he really wanted to get going, Martin protested, “Ugh, Oscar, I really gotta get going, man.”

“Fletch, buuuuddy, it will take just a second.”, Oscar pleaded, while typing in the browser address line DCpublicEncounters.com.

Taking note of the website name appearing on the big screen as Oscar typed it, Martin again protested, “Aw come on, Oscar, not another porn video. I really have to get going.”

Oscar was not accepting of Martin’s attempts to leave, “Fletch, just a couple of minutes. You just gotta see this. It’s so sweet!”

As he clicked on a video link and the video began to load and soon started playing, Oscar continued, “So, you know this site, right, people post videos and pictures of hot chicks getting caught doing it in public or in night clubs or wherever?”

Resigning himself to the fact that he would have to indulge his friend in watching the video, Martin shrugged in resignation, trying to move things along, “Yeah, soooo?”

“So this video was just uploaded a few days ago from last week. You know that strip club on Leighton, near where my girlfriend the Fuchsia Fox took down those criminals about a week or so ago?”

His eyes now fixated on the video showing the inside of a dark strip club, Martin lied in answering, “Not really, but okay, go on.”

Now joining in to watch the video that was mirror playing on the big screen, Oscar explained “Well, this video just got added recently and check out the chick on that guy’s lap!”

Both Oscar and Martin fell silent as their eyes were glued to the screen, watching a super sexy looking girl, her face darkened by shadows, but the video being bright enough to clearly show her gorgeous, lithesome body rising and falling as she was sitting atop the man’s lap. The man’s hands, having moved under the woman’s halter top, pushing it up, exposing her modest, but pert tits, with his hands engulfing them, squeezing tightly and pulling at her very erect nipples.

Oscar broke the silence, “Man, now THAT is what I call a LAP DANCE!”

Martin cleared his throat with a small cough, conceding, “Yes, it’s super sexy, Oscar, but so what?”

In dismissing the significance of the sexy quasi public display as the woman on the man’s lap was clearly fucking him, Martin’s head felt like it was spinning one hundred miles an hour and his stomach was filled with butterflies! The night before he left on this latest military business trip, his wife Jenn had shared with him in intimate detail how while she was trying to make her escape from the King of Leighton’s gang, how she hid out in that very same strip club and she admitted how she hooked up with some guy in the strip club, to give her cover in the hope of preventing the gang’s thugs from finding her, while she was powerless.

Watching the scene now transpiring on the big screen before his very eyes, Martin could not help but notice that this scene he was watching transpire was exactly as Jenn had described it! Before his very eyes, on his best friend Oscar’s big screen, was his superheroine wife The Fuchsia Fox, on the lap of some stranger, fucking him as she let him grope and kiss at her perfect breasts. Martin felt like he could barely breath and to make matters worse, his little Martin was embarrassingly stirring to life, as he found the shadowed image of his wife so expertly fucking some guy to be impossibly arousing!

Martin’s train of thought was suddenly broken by the sound of Oscar’s voice.

“Martin, I wanted to show you this video because, aside from being super sexy, man, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that stripper is the splitting image of my girlfriend, the Fuchsia Fox!”

Martin felt shocked by what Oscar had just said. Desperately he tried to work out in his mind if Oscar actually knew that was actually the Fox that they were watching! At the same time, Martin was annoyed by again hearing his best friend referring to his Jenn, his Fox, his WIFE! as being Oscar’s girlfriend. As much as Martin disliked hearing his best friend unknowingly expressing his lust for his wife, there was nothing Martin could do to shut Oscar down on that incessant line he had been using since several weeks back when, under the spell of Alchema’s lust potion, Oscar and the Fuchsia Fox had had sex! Martin simply could not risk revealing the Fox’s real identity of being his wife, Jenn, not even to his best friend, Oscar.

In the absence of Martin’s responding, Oscar added, “So Fletch, what do you think? That stripper babe sure has a bit of a similarity to the Fox going on. Her outfit even looks similar. Too bad the video is so dark, though. It would have been nice to see how well her face measured up to the Fox’s.”

Relieved that Oscar apparently only saw a similarity, but still feeling the need to throw water upon Oscar’s faint connecting of the dots, Martin countered, “Nah, I don’t really see it. I mean, maybe there’s a sliiiiiiight similarity, but nah, this stripper is definitely not a Fuchsia Fox look alike.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, Fletch, but dude, seriously, maybe we’ll have to go check out that strip club to see that slut for ourselves. I mean, what a body!”, Oscar laughed in suggestion, as the video ended.

Martin felt strange referring to his wife as a stripper and in hearing his friend refer to her as a slut, even though Oscar had no idea it was Jenn they were actually referring to. All of this, though, was really making Martin feel the need to make his escape from Oscar’s place, like right NOW! To that end, he turned and started to leave. “Well thanks for the video distraction, but like I said, I really have to get going. I gotta get home to a real woman.”

Oscar laughed as he followed Martin to the door, seeing him out, “I hear ya, Fletch. I mean, Jenn is one hell of a hottie in her own right! That I gotta admit, you’re a lucky guy, Fletch. Now get the fuck out of here and get home to your wife, already, instead of hanging around here looking at sexy chicks on the Internet.”

Martin made a beeline to his car, just happy to finally make his escape out of there before Oscar maybe scrutinized the video a little closer and perhaps stumbled upon some sort of defining evidence that might actually reveal the woman in the strip club as being the Fuchsia Fox, his Jenn.


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On his drive home, not only was Martin replaying in his mind the divine image of his gorgeous superheroine wife in the strip club giving that lucky patron what had to be the fuck of his life, but Martin found himself also struck by seeing all of the cam-girls on Oscar’s computer screen, when he had first interrupted Oscar’s workout. He couldn’t help but think, having seen first hand how arousing his wife Jenn seemed to always find a bit of exhibitionism to be, that it would be awesome if he could come up with a way to dabble in their exhibitionist / voyeur fantasies, but in a such a way which would not put Jenn in harms way. In these contemplations, this fateful stop at his friend Oscar’s place resulted in Martin coming up with an idea!


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Hatching a Plan – Chapter 2


Over the next few days, while Jenn was out working at the Smithsonian or out on patrol as the Fuchsia Fox, Martin started conducted research about webcam sites like he had seen at Oscar’s place and found that there were dozens upon dozens out there. He knew he would have to tread carefully for this sexy idea to come about, though, so he was very thorough in his trying to research the ins and outs of the various cam websites.

Finally, after several more days passed, Martin found a cam site that seemed reputable, but was different than the one he had seen Oscar using. Following the link on his chosen site for Models Wanted, Martin secretly set up a model account for Jenn to use, choosing her ‘Cam Model Name’ as being ‘Foxyjen’, a kind of a play on the word ‘oxygen’, being that he considers his Jenn to be such a breath of fresh air, but also combining the words for the Fox from Jenn’s alter ego the Fuchsia Fox and for Jen, from her real name Jennifer, thus coming up with the cam-girl username Foxyjen!

To make the account active while at the same time maintaining his idea as a surprise, Martin had to secretly make copy of and submit the required ID for Jenn’s model agreement documents. He wasn’t too concerned about this, though, for he felt he knew his wife well enough to know that she wouldn’t, at the end of the day, mind that he did this, even IF ultimately she doesn’t go along with it.

A few days later the Martin received an email from the cam-girl site confirming that the Foxyjen cam-girl account had finally been approved.

Martin next set about to create Foxyjen’s profile page. Combing through the many pictures he had of her on his computer, Martin found several sexy, suggestive pictures of Jenn, but with her face always cleverly concealed just enough. Using a collection of five sexy pictures that he had chosen, Martin then moved on to the description field, where he put in the description that Foxyjen was a sexy young wife that liked to show off for her man. Next Martin had to set all of Foxyjen’s cam view pricing details. To help make her more popular, Martin chose pricing set at the cam-girl site minimums. Finally, Martin was finished in setting up an alluring looking profile for his sexy little exhibitionist wife, Foxyjen!

With everything now set up perfectly, all Martin now had to do was now bide his time, waiting for the right opportunity to broach the idea with Jenn, to show her the saucy, but harmless exhibitionist and voyeur fun they could have together with her being on cam!


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Weeks had gone by without presenting the opportunity that Martin was waiting for. In the meantime, he had periodically checked on the profile for Jenn that he had created. To his surprise, Foxyjen had already received several fan emails even though she hadn’t yet made her first live show debut!

Martin couldn’t believe how many guys were already messaging, proclaiming their lust for his Foxy Jenn, begging for her to come online and give a public or private show. Now more than ever, in seeing all the building anticipation for Foxyjen, Martin was becoming more and more excited over the idea of Jenn finally making her cam-girl debut! Increasingly, Martin found himself daydreaming about when that day might eventually come, for him to watch and enjoy his sexy wife being the hot little exhibitionist he knew she deep down was wanting to be, that deep down he wanted her to be.

A few days later, finally, the night arrived!

With Martin again having to leave for business for a few days out of town, he and Jenn were out for dinner the night before his departure. A nice intimate dinner was had with good food and several shared glasses of wine. Martin could tell that Jenn was feeling amorous. She had even, of her own volition, shared the details of a couple of recent Fox excursions that were mildly sexy. Not only did this serve to get Martin extremely excited, he could tell Jenn too was becoming sexually charged up!

Upon their arriving home after dinner, Martin turned on some sexy electronica music, dimmed the lights and lit a few candles, and then proceeded to mix up a couple of nightcaps for he and Jenn to sip on.

This was it, now or never! Martin wanted, make that needed, to bring up the subject of he and Jenn dabbling in a bit of harmless exhibitionist fun.

To segue into the idea of Jenn going on cam, Martin first brought up their past conversations of the Fox showing off a little bit of skin and how that whenever any pictures like that surfaced, men came out of the woodwork online declaring their undying lust for her. Like she usually did, Jenn was dismissive of the adulation, but Martin could tell that on some level, Jenn’s ego loved hearing that she was lusted over by other men, in addition to by Martin.

Martin then casually told Jenn how he had heard about these cam websites that allow men and women to show themselves off, with everything being perfectly legal. Martin then brought up one such website on Jenn’s laptop to show her, that being the very website that he had set-up the Foxyjen account on.

Jenn was not naïve, but she was still surprised to see so many girls, and even guys and couples, on cam waiting for somebody, or even groups of people to pay for private viewings. To bait such viewing, there was a public free area where girls would be sexy and teasing and even interactive and engaging, in an effort to entice viewers.

Together, Martin and Jenn spent several minutes viewing some of the cam girls, while sipping on their drinks and querying each other as to whether they found this girl or that girl to be sexy. To Martin’s glee, Jenn seemed genuinely intrigued and aroused by all of it! That was his cue, Martin took the gamble of making his ‘proposal’ to Jenn.

“Jenn, I seriously think that for me to watch you on cam like these girls, with you being all flirty and playful with other viewers that would be drooling over you, like wow Jenn, it would be such an incredible turn on!”
Smiling in being so complimented, Jenn kind of laughed the notion off, “Martin, I couldn’t go on cam like that. What if somebody that we knew saw me?”

Martin did not give up on the idea, “Nonsense, Jenn. There are so many cam-sites on the Internet and besides, I’m pretty sure most of the people we know are not trolling around on webcam sites. But even if it was a concern, what if you could do so wearing a sexy masquerade mask or something like that to conceal your identity? If nobody could identify you as being Jenn, or as being the Fuchsia Fox, then it’s like it would be totally anonymous. It’s like you could step outside of yourself and let your inhibitions go! Oh god, Jenn, that would be soooo awesome!”

Jenn could see how much Martin was getting into the possibility, so she played along, teasing, “I suppose if I could wear a mask, then it might be fun.”

Not having had the foresight to purchase a mask for Jenn ahead of time, in hoping that Jenn would go on cam tonight, Martin scrambled for an alternative that might fly, “Even without a mask, you could simply keep your face out of the view of the camera, like lots of these girls we’ve been watching have been doing.”

Martin then clicked the mouse pointer on a sexy looking girl, laying casually on a bed wearing only her bra and panties, but with her face out of the camera’s eye. “See, look at this girl, very sexy, she’s very sexy, but her face is hidden.”

Finding herself intrigued, Jenn conceded, “Well yeah, I guess that would work, too.”

What Jenn wasn’t yet admitting to Martin while they continued to look at the cams of various girls on the site, while they continued to sip their drinks, was that the idea of being on display like these girls she was watching on screen was really starting to arouse her!

Spotting a sexy couple on the screen together with both of their faces out of view, Jenn took the mouse from Martin’s hand and clicked on their cam to watch more closely. Up popped the image showing a very sexy girl wearing just a demi-bra and sexy panties. Sitting beside her was a well built hunk in just his tighty whitey underwear. There were so many comments rolling across the screen from viewers asking them to show more. Asking the guy to kiss her, to feel her up. At the sight of the guy grabbing a handful of her breasts and then moving in and kissing the girl on the screen deeply, Jenn admitted to Martin, “Okay, I admit it. This is hot!”

Seeing that Jenn was genuinely getting into watching, Martin played to his wife’s arousal, “Jenn, imagine that this is you on screen, with all these people watching you, all of those viewers being crazy turned on by you. I have to admit it, Jenn, the idea of you doing that turns me on so much!”

Seeing that Martin was really getting sexually worked up in imagining her actually doing so, Jenn came right out and asked Martin, “Do you think that you could really handle me being on screen like that? Being all flirtatious and revealing with other guys watching, do you really think that you could handle that?”

The question was exactly the question Martin had been hoping for. “Handle it? Jenn, seriously, I think that if you were to agree to go on cam like that, it would be the hottest thing I have ever seen!” Enthusiastically Martin continued, “Watching you work your seductive magic, maybe even you bringing yourself some pleasure in touching yourself, while so many guys and girls watch and get so turned on by seeing your beautiful hot body. Oh god, Jenn, baby, please make our dream come true!”

Martin continued, “The question is, though, Jenn, do you think that you could do that? That you could be on cam, be revealing and flirtatious, and get turned on by it?”

In asking the question, it was not lost upon Martin that Jenn had let her hand drift down between her legs and she was slowly and gently stroking herself, causing her to gently moan in contemplation.

“Oh god, Martin, I think it would be hot! But are you sure you wouldn’t think of me as being a slut if I were to do that?”

“Jenn, of course not! I know you love me … and if it’s some fun and indulgence in the name of fulfilling our arousals, I am all for it. I don’t think of it as being at all slutty. I think it would be sexy and beautiful. Jenn, I think YOU are beautiful!”

In that moment, with Martin expressing his desire and lust for her, Jenn felt nothing but love from Martin and for Martin. Oh how all of his talk about how turned on he is by the idea of her being a bit of an exhibitionist was also turning her on. Oh how the idea of being a bit of an exhibitionist in and of itself was turning her on. Jenn admitted to her husband, “Martin, I am so turned on right now. I have to ask, though, how long have you been thinking about this?”

Fearing the worst, but hoping for the best, Martin admitted, “It’s true, Jenn, I’ve been thinking about this for quite awhile now. Especially since you told me about what happened in the strip club when you were on the run from the King of Leighton, when you had that little rendezvous with that guy in the club, and in seeing how sexy you looked in that video they took of you when they had captured you, of them trying to have their way with you … I haven’t been able to get the idea of you being on display out of my head! I’ve been hoping so much that you would be receptive to this idea.”

Jenn was feeling a little bit of mixed emotions about all that she was now processing. The fear and insecurity of being on display was real, but at the same time, she felt flattered and excited that Martin was so obviously incredibly turned on in imagining HER on display like that. Being honest with herself, Jenn also could not deny that the very idea of her being on display like these girls on the screen was certainly leading to increasing moistness between her legs.

Seeing that Jenn was not out of hand dismissing the idea of all of this, Martin decided it was time to take the plunge in moving things forward by revealing to Jenn what he had set up!

As Martin brought up the Foxyjen model profile, Jenn gasped in surprise in seeing the profile page that Martin had set up for her, but yet at the same time she wasn’t all that surprised. “Wow, Martin, pretty presumptuous of you to think I would be okay with this.”, she said with a playful wink.

In hearing her initial reaction, Martin thought to himself, ‘oh god, what did I do.’

Though it would have been perfectly understandable that Jenn would be angered by the liberties he had taken, that Martin DID take the initiative of setting everything up behind the scenes, Jenn qualified her comment, “At the same time, Martin, as presumptuous as it was of you to do this, for you to go to all this trouble, you must really, REALLY be turned on by the thought of my putting myself on display like this.”

What’s this? Could it be that, despite his worst fears, maybe his wife was not so mad with him after all? “Jenn, I wouldn’t have done this if I thought you’d be opposed. It’s just that, babe, whenever you share your stories with me of how you sometimes get exposed when you’re out being the Fox, well, not only does it always really turn me on, I mean like obviously, but you can’t deny it gets you hot and bothered too. I mean, we’ve BOTH been the beneficial recipients of how sexy your adventures have been. I just thought that doing it this way, on cam, it would be a safe, risk free way for us to enjoy our fantasies!”

While he defended his actions, Jenn found herself accepting of how much Martin must really love her and lust for her. At the same time, she also could not deny that a bit of an exhibitionist streak had noticeably been growing within herself. Especially so when being out as the Fox, for increasingly, not only was she finding all the attention her body was garnering to be excitedly flattering, but also increasingly she’s been finding it to be exceedingly arousing!

Snapping her out of her thoughts, Martin said, “Jenn, here, look at all of the fan mail you’ve already received, based on just your profile.”

Jenn couldn’t believe how many guys had already emailed her and not only that, but how many guys had already tagged her as a favorite!

Feeling emboldened by her not out of hand dismissing the whole notion of what he was proposing, Martin bravely suggested, “Jenn, I love you and if you don’t want to do this, then I understand. But if you’re up for some naughty fun, then I’m game if you are. I think it would be totally awesome if ‘Foxyjen’ were to right now make her cam debut!

Jenn felt a nervous heat rising inside of her, as the intrigue over the idea and wanting to please her man was taking over her thought process, but she still found herself a little hesitant, “But Martin, I don’t think I have a suitable mask to hide my face.”

Martin reassured her, “Jenn, that’s okay, like I said, we can position the cam in such a way that your face isn’t showing.”

Still putting up roadblocks, Jenn countered, “But what would I wear? I can’t go on like this.”

Returning from dinner, Jenn had removed her blazer, but she was still wearing the black satin spaghetti strapped camisole that showed off a tantalizing amount of her modest cleavage, which was enhanced by the dark red satin demi push-up bra she was wearing underneath her camisole. Her long, athletic legs were nicely displayed by the skin tight charcoal colored leggings she wore and she still had on her black patent closed toe 3” Louboutin high heeled shoes. The seamless curvature of her delicious, well toned caboose hid the fact that she had on a sexy pair of deep red colored bikini thong panties to match her bra and red bottomed shoes.

Apparently Martin saw through her feigned modesty, “Are you crazy Jenn? You look AMAZING how you’re dressed right now! You just have to lounge about in what you are wearing right now and everybody would go nuts for you, believe me!”

So turned on by Martin’s unabashed enthusiasm, and in her own intrigue, taking two big gulps of her still half full cocktail glass, Jenn finally relented, telling Martin, “Okay, what the hell. Let’s do this. Turn on the cam and let’s let ‘Foxyjen’ make her cam debut!”


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Hatching a Plan – Chapter 3


Upon hearing her consent, Martin passionately kissed Jenn deeply, at the same time letting his fingers wander down to massage Jenn between her legs. He was so happy to discover that his saucy wife was already noticeably wet with arousal!

While Jenn adjusted her body into a seductive pose laying on her side on the bed, Martin adjusted the laptop cam so that it showed a tantalizing amount of her body, but kept her face safely from view. The two love birds took in a deep breath and then Martin clicked the Go Live button on the onscreen cam model dash board, being sure to move out of the way so that he was not also in the picture.

Seeing herself onscreen felt a little strange to Jenn, but at the same time, it excited her too. She asked Martin, “Okay, now what?”

Martin had seated himself on a chair that he had moved just beyond the foot of the bed, facing the back of Jenn’s laptop, and he was setting up his own laptop to watch her on. In reply, he instructed, “Just sit back, relax, and wait for the guys to start ogling you! Then in the comments field, you can chat with them in response to their chat messages, being flirty and seductive like those other girls we watched earlier.”

Sure enough, almost immediately upon going live, Jenn’s laptop dinged, indicating that a viewer had clicked onto her cam feed and was watching her. Right away came an enthused chat message, “You’re finally online!”

A sly smile crept across Jenn’s face as she typed her response, while chuckling to herself, “lol, Yeah, sorry it took me so long.”

Shortly after, Jenn and Martin heard multiple more ding notifications, as more guys joined in her cam feed. Some of the guys remained silent while others would simply type “Hi”. In reply, ‘Foxyjen’ would type back a personalized “Hi”, being sure to be personally engaging in also typing in their screen names.

Martin could not believe how arousing he was finding this to be and how into it Jenn seemed to be!
To join in the fun, Martin had signed into Jenn’s cam feed under one of his own usernames that he had set up for himself. Jenn’s eyes drew noticeably wide upon her seeing the username I_Luv_Heroines sign into her cam feed. She glanced over to Martin knowingly, and blew him a sexy kiss that was not visible to her other viewers.

For the most part, the majority of viewers were being polite, trying to engage his beautiful wife by showering her with compliments and asking her a variety of questions, like where are you from? Jenn had an answer canned and ready to go in response to that question, elusively typing “From in your dreams!” in reply.

After a few minutes, it dawned on Jenn that some guys had their type in black, while others had their type in green. Jenn asked Martin about that and he explained to her that the guys in green type have money in their account for them to use to pay for a ‘private’ viewing if they were to click “Go Private” or to send her gold, which were money ‘tips”.

Martin was transfixed with the show Foxyjen was giving, as his wife replied to the many questions and compliments with graciousness and also with hearty banter. He was stricken how she seemed to so easily flow into playing the part of a complete flirt, easily chatting in type with so many viewers. It was very evident that Jenn was having a lot of fun.

Suddenly Jenn’s mouth fell open with a playful gasp when she saw the most forward chat message typed to her yet, “Show us your tits!” her eyes then went wide when she noticed that the request was written by the user I_Luv_Heroines. She called out playfully with feigned appall to her husband, “Martin!”

Martin was laughing in response, giving a wink in reply, as he playfully tried to goad her on.

To no surprise, apparently Martin’s request was one others had been thinking about as well, for right away other viewers started to repeat the request. Jenn wrote back, “Not here in free chat”.

At the same time, with her arousal level increasing, Jenn allowed her hands to slowly wander up her body, onto her boobs, lightly massaging over the smooth satin material of her camisole, occasionally gently squeezing and lifting her boobs to create more noticeable cleavage, for all of her viewers to see.

Jenn was too busy reading all the viewer comments scrolling across her screen to notice what was apparent on Martin’s screen, that her gentle touching of her boobs had caused her nipples to become very erect and that they were now noticeably protruding bumps pushing out through her black satin top.

All kinds of additional requests started rolling in, in addition to the continuing chorus of requests for her to show her tits.

“Babe, show your face!”

“Show us that sweet ass of yours!”

“Hand Bra?”

“Play with your cooch!”

“Take off your pants!”

From across the bed, Martin asked, “Hey Jenn, maybe you should stand up and show off more of that delicious body of yours. Maybe just sway in a slow dancing sort of way, and inch your pants off over your hips, so that we can see your panties.”

In glancing over to her husband sitting in the chair, with his attention focussed on the image of her on his own laptop screen rather than actually looking at her in person, Jenn couldn’t help but notice that Martin was gently using one hand to rub himself over top of his pants at his groin. “Wow, Martin, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Without looking up at her, instead content to continue to watch her on the screen of his laptop, Martin confirmed her suspicions and he further encouraged, “You know it, babe. Hey, and maybe you should remove your camisole so that we can see you in your bra!”

As if caught in a sort of game of truth or dare where every request her way was a dare, Jenn felt emboldened to play the game, thinking to herself, ‘if that’s what he wants …’

Dutifully Jenn rose to her feet and adjusted the angle of the laptop cam to show her now standing beside her bed. Getting the cam set just right, Foxyjen then started swaying her body in an erotic slow dance. Jenn let her hands drift over her breasts, then she slowly started to lift up the bottom of her camisole, inch by inch, slowly revealing her sexy dark red demi bra. As she lifted the camisole up and over her head, Jenn did not notice that a small part of the areola on her right nipple was peaking out, as her entire nipple threatened to pop out from the cup of her risqué bra. Once she was done tossing her camisole aside, instinctively Jenn grabbed her bra cups to hoist them up a little bit, ending the brief glimpse of her areola that her viewers had enjoyed.

Martin could not believe that Jenn was being so accommodating in her exhibitionism, though he loved it! Encouraging her on, he let his eyes rise from his computer screen to meet her in person gaze, “Jenn, oh my god, you look incredibly sexy!”

Jenn smiled, then let her hands wander down the side of her torso, again cupping her breasts from underneath to lift them up, then letting her hands slide back down her sides to the waistline of her pants. Turning up the heat, as her screen was dinging with a bunch of “tip” notifications as user after user was tipped her for the show she was putting on, Jenn let her hands glide between her legs, gently stroking along her groin as she leaned forward toward the cam, causing an eyeful of delicious cleavage straining to fall out of the tiny cups of her bra.

Slowly, she next undid the buttons of her low cut button fly leggings, revealing the top of her red panties sitting far below her naval. Turning so that her tushy was filling the view of the camera, Jenn started to slide her pants down over her perfectly round, thong covered ass.

The tips kept rolling in, along with the many accolades pouring across the chat portion of her screen interface. Jenn couldn’t believe how wet with arousal all of this was making her!

Suddenly she started to receive multiple requests to go private. Repositioning the screen of the laptop, Jenn laid back down upon the bed with her pants down to mid thigh, showing a delicious view of her red panties and tiny red demi bra just barely covering her noticeably erect nipples straining against the thin semi-sheer material of her bra. Jenn then turned to Martin, asking him for clarification, “Martin, what again is the deal on all these go private requests?”

Martin explained, “If you click accept, then you would be in private cam with just that guy watching, though other viewers can click on voyeur view. Both the private cam viewer and the voyeur view people pay money to see you in private mode. In private mode, cam-girls are generally expected to go topless or fully nude and play with themselves on cam and do whatever else the private viewer requests.”

“Umm, I don’t think I am quite ready for any of that!” She protested.

Concerned that the increasingly forward requests might be snapping Jenn out of the exhibitionist zone she seemed to be in, Martin quickly assured her, “It’s okay, Jenn, just click on the decline button and publicly post in chat that you’re not going to go private today.”

To Martin’s relief, Jenn seemed accepting of that instruction. Most of her viewers were expressly polite and respecting of Foxyjen’s preference to not go private. Many of the guys that had attempted to go private, though, were making offers to tip in lieu of going private, in return for her to show more.

Compliments continued to pour in for Foxyjen and guys were continuing to be more daring in what they were asking for. One viewer in particular, going by the username OscarWilde, was seeming to get the most chat response out of Jenn, as he and Jenn continued to exchange chat messages onscreen.

Intermittently, Jenn would touch herself, from lightly massaging over her nipples, which continued to erotically protrude through the thin red fabric of her bra cup, as well as touching over the thin satin fabric of her panties.

Martin could not believe it when OscarWilde asked Foxyjen to “Show the ‘room’ how wet you are!”

Surprising Martin, right there for him to watch on screen, Jenn slowly moved her right hand down underneath the waistline of her panties, letting her fingers then travel even further down between her legs. Partially hidden by the thin fabric of her panties, Jenn dutifully pressed her index finger into her hoohoo, slowly back and forth a few times, then she slowly pulled her finger out. Martin could not believe his eyes when Foxyjen then moved her finger closely to the camera on her laptop, to show how wet her finger had become!

Martin was confident that Jenn was very well aware of the fact that he relished in watching the image of her on his own laptop screen. What he was not aware of, though, was whether or not his sexy wife knew that her nipples were quite visible through the thin, sheer material of her bra, and that her areola was again partially visible, peeking outside of her demi bra cups.

In watching his sexy wife, Martin was secretly hoping that Jenn would either accidentally or by intent let her nipples slip out of the demi-cups of her bra. He didn’t expect it to happen, though, but sure enough, soon after, she leaned in toward the laptop to type yet another chat response to yet another guy trying to interact with her, and that movement caused the nipple on her right boob to fall out of its bra cup, giving all the onlookers a super sexy, tantalizing view of her gorgeously pert boob topped by a thick, erect nipple. To make matters even better, Jenn’s right hand moved back up to her right breast to cup her boob, with her fingers gently massaging over her nipple. To her viewers’ disappointment, she then nonchalantly grabbed hold of her bra cup to adjust it so that her nipple again became covered.

Martin flashed Jenn a smile, now understanding that she knew she had become partially exposed and allowed it to continue for a moment before she covered her boob back up, commenting, “Oh you NAUGHTY girl. I LOVE it!”
Martin was not the only one thankful for Jenn’s little flash, for many thank you messages flashed across the chat screen, along with many comments about how perfect her boob and nipple looked!

Jenn was becoming increasingly turned on by all of the adulation and shocked in seeing all of the tips that were being given to her!

Showing persistence, one of the viewers asked, yet again, for her to blow the room a kiss. Finally, Jenn’s defenses broke down and she agreed to do so. She adjusted the screen on the laptop so that the bottom of her face was showing. In making the screen adjustment, though, for just a fraction of a moment, she had moved the screen too high, causing her entire face to momentarily flash on screen. Quickly, but calmly, she repositioned the screen downward, though, so that just her mouth was showing.

Jenn then moved the fingers of her right hand to her mouth and she slowly kissed them, then moved her hand slightly down with her fingers pointing toward the cam. She then puckered her lips and blew a seductive kiss into the screens of all the many fan-boy onlookers that were watching her!

Immediately her screen became inundated with compliments about how perfect her lips and mouth look. For teasing effect, Jenn licked her lips seductively, while massaging her boobs with her right hand and gently massaging over her panties with her left hand. Jenn moaned aloud, telling Martin, “Oh God, Martin, I am getting soooo turned on. I don’t know how much more of this I can take!”

Martin in turn told her, “Jenn, give the room a thrill, do the hand bra thing!”

“Oh Martin, you are SO naughty in the things you want me to do!”

“You know it, babe!”, he responded, holding out hope she would comply, but doubting that she would. To further try to convince her, I_Luv_Heroines typed the request into the chat window, “Please do a hand bra for us!”

Jenn couldn’t believe how far things had already come this evening, with things starting out innocently with she and Martin looking at cams together, but now, things having advanced farther than she had ever imagined with herself now on cam being the cam-girl worshipped by dozens of users. Jenn could hardly believe her eyes seeing the viewer tracker showing 86 viewers now all at once watching her!

Jenn’s head was spinning as she was starting to feel like she was somehow becoming sexually intoxicated, ever more seduced by each and every “request” she was receiving. Every time Martin would verbalize another instruction, it was so weird, but Jenn seemed to find herself feeling like she had no choice but to cede to his wishes, to give in to his requests. She felt like she wanted to fulfil his requests.

It had not yet consciously registered in Jenn’s mind that ever since Dr. Yu’s mind procedure that she had been subjected to several weeks earlier after she had been captured by Alchema, that increasingly she found herself feeling submissively compelled to give in to very direct, assertive orders verbalized to her. Though Dr. Yu’s procedure had at the time ultimately failed to allow Damien Devlin to control the Fox as he had intended, ever since that time it was as if there were a lingering side-effect that was slowly growing inside of her, leaving Jenn increasingly susceptible to suggestive compliance.

After hearing Martins’ request to do a hand bra, after the pause of their verbal exchange, on cue, Jenn let both her hands gently rise up her midsection. Grabbing hold of her bra covered tits, she moved her hands back down, then up, causing her bra cups to rise up, freeing her tits into her hands, as she kneaded and squeezed her own breasts with her hands. Then, without warning, she moved her hands downward and used the part of her hands flowing from her thumb to index finger to prop her breasts up, with her very aroused and erect nipples fully exposed!

Moving his gaze from his computer screen to the sight of Jenn live in front of him across the bed, Martin could not believe the look of ecstasy on Jenn’s face, with her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she cupped and massaged her bared breasts, for all viewers to see on their computer screens. He also couldn’t believe how erect and large Jenn’s nipples looked!

In seeing the erotic image of his sexy wife before his very eyes, Martin began to more vigorously massage himself, taking his little Martin out from his underwear, stroking it while watching the sight of his gorgeous wife letting her breasts be seen onscreen by almost one hundred cam room viewers all at once!

Jenn opened her eyes, looking at Martin stroking himself in obvious pleasure. She licked her lips while staring into his eyes. Then she brought her head down to her left boob as her left hand pushed it upward. Jenn let her tongue reach down as she started to lick her left nipple. With Jenn not paying attention to her image showing on the screen and Martin also not noticing, being that he was instead watching the sight of Jenn live before his very eyes, neither of them noticed that with her head down as she licked her nipple, that her action caused her entire face to be seductively onscreen for all of her viewers to see!

Finally bringing her own gaze back to her computer screen, Jenn saw that her face was now fully on screen, with her seductive brown eyes having that come fuck me bedroom eyes look. Jenn slowly and stylishly gazed into the screen and then she flashed a naughty smile into her camera. Next, she again puckered her lips and kissed to the camera. Casually, Jenn then reached over to the laptop screen to reposition the cam so that her face was once again off screen, hidden from view.

All of this resulted in Jenn finding herself being overwhelmed by her arousal and desire for her husband. “Martin, I need you to close your computer and come over here and make love to me, RIGHT NOW!”, she demanded.


***


Hatching a Plan – Epilogue


Obediently, Martin began the process of shutting down his laptop. In the meantime, Jenn typed a message onto the chat screen, “A big thank you to all of you for making my cam debut such a good one. You all have caused me to become sooo turned on, though, that I have to leave now, so that my husband can satisfy me by making mad passionate love to me! Thanks everybody and Bye for now!” Still caught up in the passion and arousal of being on cam, Jenn then once again allowed her face to come fully into view as she blew one last kiss to the nearly one hundred viewers that were still transfixed to watching her cam feed.

With that, Jenn moved the curser on her screen and clicked the Go Offline button. Without pause, she then closed her laptop and set it aside, laying back onto her bed, allowing Martin to enthusiastically climb aboard her body, right after he had removed his underwear. Pressing his hips toward Jenn’s, almost instantly, due to the wetness Jenn’s overwhelming state of arousal had caused her, Little Martin easily penetrated her love hole., sliding deeply inside of her.

Breathlessly, about her being so revealing on cam like she was, Jenn asked Martin, “I hope you’re not too mad at me for being as revealing as I was on cam.”

Martin’s enthused reply soothed her slight concern, “Mad at you? Never! Not possible! Jenn, you were SO FUCKING HOT on cam! You’re a total natural! Sexiest woman, EVER!”

Jenn was relieved to hear Martin was okay with all that she had done.

“I can’t believe how wet and turned on all of this has made you!”, Martin enthused, adding, “And I can’t believe how erect and large your nipples looked on screen. I’ve never seen them look so thick and long before!”

Replying to her husband, Jenn acknowledged, “Oh God, Martin, it was so exciting! I constantly had butterflies!” She then countered, “Martin, I can’t believe how turned on YOU became in watching me on cam!”

Martin gave no answer as he continued to passionately kiss Jenn’s breasts, aggressively nibbling at her still hard, erect nipples, causing her to arch her back in pleasurable pain. Despite his ongoing sexual attention, a tiny bit of doubt about her behaviour crept back into her mind, as Jenn told Martin, “Oh God, Martin, you must think I am such a slut!”

Sensing that his wife needed reassurance, Martin quickly dispelled her fear, “Jenn, never! Watching you on cam like that, I think it’s the most erotic, loving thing I have ever seen!”

Jenn felt relief, as she continued just laying back letting Martin sexually attack at her wanting body.

As he continued to shower attention onto Jenn’s gorgeous body, he further added, “Jenn, seeing you on display like that, well, just wow! I mean, if this level of arousal you have caused me is anything like what you have felt those times you are out as the Fuchsia Fox, when you have found yourself groped and exposed, well then I can totally understand how you let those things happened to you when you are out as the Fox!”

Suddenly Martin’s words caused a flood of reminiscent memories to cloud Jenn’s brain. Thoughts of her being taken by Thomas and almost falling in love with the billionaire, by being groped by that common criminal when he had caused her halter top to malfunction, of being enslaved and fucked by Nibiru, in having Jamaal orally coax her body to orgasm, then afterward, during her escape from Demetrius, her fucking that guy in the strip club, and even while under Alchema’s love drug spell, in having Martin’s best friend Oscar fuck her to orgasm. With her husband Martin pounding his manhood back and forth deep inside of her, it was as if all of those orgasms she had experienced with others while in her Fuchsia Fox persona were all now conspiring to drive her toward the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.

She could take no more, as her body quivered uncontrollably, causing Jennifer’s body to strain in orgasm, with her screaming out, “Yyyyyyyes! Oh God, Yes! … Oh my god, Martin! Holy Fuck!”

Martin, for his part, had never heard Jenn so uncontrollably overwhelmed! Her reaction coaxed out a powerful orgasm of his own, as he pushed as deep into his impassioned wife as he could, filling her with every last drop of his seed.

Martin was now spent and Jenn was coming down from her orgasm, though her body still occasionally quivered as the gentle waves of orgasm slowly dissipated. So incredible did Martin find his wife to be, he volunteered, “Jennifer, oh my god, if this is the effect that going on cam can have on you, then babe, feel free to go on cam ANYTIME you want!”

As Jenn embraced and kissed her loving husband, the naughty thought crossed her mind, as Jenn thought to herself, “Mmmm, I might have to take Martin up on that offer and go on cam again sometime soon!”

The two lovers continued to cuddle and again proceeded to make mad, passionate love together, not stopping until several hours later when they both finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep in each others arms!


…..


As the cam window Lt. Oscar Jenkins was staring at on his computer screen turned dark with the message “This model has gone offline” replacing the image of this hot new cam model that he had been ogling over for the past hour, he was still using a tissue to clean away the after effect of the nearly perfect body he had been viewing.

At first he had been drawn to her from seeing her listed under the “New Models” category of his favorite cam-girl website. Although it was initially the beautiful images of the gorgeous brunette haired beauty that had caught his eye, Oscar's intrigue grew in seeing that this new cam-girl Foxyjen was listed as being from the United States. He found it refreshing to see that a good’ol American girl was online, rather than the usual distant locales of Eastern Europe or South America that most of the cam-girls seemed to be from.

Watching this new sexy cam-girl work her seductive gift of flirtatious teasing was already enough to cause Oscar a level of excited arousal that would inevitably lead to him finding release, but then when she finally showed a glimpse of her face, he almost spat out the beer he was drinking in surprised shock!

No, it couldn’t possibly be, could it? The glimpse was so quick. Oscar wasn’t sure, but he had thought he recognized the beautiful girl filling his computer screen.

Then, when her face had appeared for a second time, this time for a longer period of time, Oscar found his eyes growing wide as he could not help but consider the possibility, “Oh my God, this girl looks just like Martin’s wife, Jenn!”

Before he could fully work out definitively whether or not he was dreaming in imagining that it was possible, that his best friend's prim and proper wife was a cam-girl, her face again became hidden from view.

Oscar watched with renewed interest, focussing on every delicious detail of her gorgeous body that she put on display, his left hand stroking his increasingly hardening love rod. “Nah, it couldn’t be her, Jenn would never do that. Fuck, what a gorgeous, sexy woman this Foxyjen is, though, regardless!”, the lieutenant thought to himself, as he continued to take pleasure in watching her sexy body move about the screen.

With the cam-girl’s face again hidden from view, Oscar was impressed when she suddenly lifted her bra up, exposing her gorgeous breasts! His thoughts then drifted back to the object of his most recent lustings, the superheroine the Fuchsia Fox. Wow, how this cam-girl’s breasts reminded him of the Fox’s perfectly pert little titties!

Hoping to again see this beautiful creature grace the screen in revealing her face yet again, his hopes were instead dashed as she abruptly said she had to leave to let her husband make love to her, with her cam stream then going dark.

Still, just watching her body and then imagining the Fuchsia Fox’s breasts had been enough to cause Oscar to kersplewy his jizz onto his thigh. “Wow, I have GOT to see this girl again!” With a click of the mouse, Oscar then added Foxyjen to his “Favorites”. Closing his computer, he thought to himself how much he couldn’t wait to receive a notification telling him that Foxyjen was again back online!


…..


Though Martin thought he was being adequately cautious to protect Jenn’s identity when he had done his research into finding a cam-girl website that was different than the one he had seen his friend Oscar using that one fateful day when he had dropped by his best friend’s home, what Martin’s research had failed to alert him to was the fact that a great many of the cam-girl websites were actually powered by the same cam-girl user platform. Thus, although he thought that he was setting up a cam-girl account for his wife Jenn on a website that was entirely different than the one he knew that his friend Oscar used, Martin did not realize that this cam-model platform he was signing Jenn onto was the same platform used by dozens of cam-girl websites, including the one his best friend often perused.

Only time would tell whether his friend Oscar might stumble upon Martin and Jenn’s kinky games of exhibitionism and voyeurism!


The End
By flirty_but_nice

[DrDominator9]

Fantastique! Really nicely-handled side story, Flirty. You moved it all along gradually enough that every part of her behavior seemed reasonable. And your descriptions of her body and her movements were terrifically arousing. Excellent job.

I do think ultimately she went much further than she should have gone but that's your point. I also feel that Martin's character is tipping over into a problem area that will get his heroine wife in very hot water soon. And beyond that, his obsession is clouding his judgement and influencing hers. It's quite a tightrope for him not to fall into the category of sleazy perv. He's quite close already. That being said, congrats on your coming out party.

[flirty_but_nice]

Hi Dr.D. Thanks for the feedback!

Further than "she should have" gone or further than "you expected" she'd go? (Personally I think of her exhibitionism as being saucy, exciting fun! Especially in that she's doing it as a shared experience with her husband.)

Hmmm, tipping into a problem area ... mayyyybe. That his judgement is becoming clouded and influencing hers and that this line of sexual experimentation might land her in hot water, Mmmm, the enticing perilous possibilities! <wink>

I don't like to think that Martin has crossed the line, so as to be considered a sleaze. As for perv, hey what's wrong with sexy adventure? <wink> That being said, I just LOVE that characters can be flawed and have dark sides, especially for superheroines. :-)