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A Novel Approach (Worm Libriomancer system- Gamer lite OC) by MalcolmTent6730

Books » Worm Rated: M, English, OC, Words: 232k+, Favs: 743, Follows: 884, Published: Jul 25, 2024 Updated: 3h ago

223Chapter 4

January 9th, 2011 Winslow High, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 7:30 AM EST -SP:3100

Bonnie was NOT happy. I mean, that was a given, considering I'd just caught her on camera trading her bra for cocaine, but she was positively seething as she stormed into the broom closet we'd ended up using for our meeting. Since class had started, we couldn't find an empty classroom.

She was glaring daggers as she stormed inside, and when I shut the door, she whirled on me with a snarl. "I bet you're so happy with yourself right now, aren't you Collins? Think you're so fucking clever."

I shrugged. "I'm not UNHAPPY." I admitted. "You've been making my life hell for years. So I'll admit the fact that I have you over a barrel is pretty nice."

That got a sneer (an expression Bonnie was good at. "Big man huh? Blackmailing me for…what? Sex? You gonna make me bend over big man? I heard you were dating Kimmy now. That girl is locked up tighter than fort knox. Maybe you were hoping to frost some BonBon on the side to get your rocks off. You're fucking pathetic."

Rolling my eyes, I waited for her tirade to end. "Are you finished? Because I'm not going to blackmail you into sex. Though feel free to keep suggesting demeaning shit I could do to you. It's amusing, and you're sporting some glass cutters right now, which is a nice show." I gestured to her sweater. "Admittedly it is freezing, so I'm not assuming you're turned on."

She flinched, but seemed to calm down a bit. "Well if you don't want me to slobber your knob, what exactly do you need from me, Collins? Do you want me to make you cool? Because despite what movies might tell you, popular girls can't do the impossible."

"You actually think you're the bad bitch from an eighties movie, don't you Bonnie?" I snorted. "No. I want something else. Something that can help both of us. I heard your sister is in town?"

Perking up, she looked mildly interested. "Sure. Why? You want to do something to her? I can lure her out to a parking lot or something. You just have to promise to buttfuck the prissy little bitch. I'd love to see her limp."

"You are a deeply unpleasant person." I said with a laugh. "No Bonnie. Similar to not needing blackmail I don't need to assault anyone to get my dick wet. Do you think about anything but sex?"

She just shrugged. "Look. I'm not a sweet person, I'm not a super genius, and I'm not a cape. I know why people want to get closer to me. I'm resting bitch face barbie. I've got the fat ass they want to clap, the sneer they want to ruin, they want to see my eyes roll up as revenge for all the shit I say. So yeah, I assume that any teenage guy with leverage wants me to bounce on his cock, because that's why you would come to ME instead of someone else."

"Mostly it was just luck." I said with a wry smile. "But I get you. No, I'm not going to buttfuck your sister. I'm not even going to touch her. Your sister is rich right? Your parents too?"

"Kind of." She said with another shrug. "Like, not top one percent of the Bay, but we have cash."

I grinned. "How would you like to get revenge on your sister, maybe your folks, and make some money in the process. Your money, not theirs. You'll be moving out soon, and I'm betting Daddy isn't going to pay for you to live in the manner to which you're accustomed."

Her eyes narrowed. "Say that's true. Not saying it is, but say you're right. Why would I trust you to be the one to help me rob them? Hell, how do I know you won't kill me when its done to keep me quiet."

"Because I won't need to." I said simply. "As long as I have that video I own your ass. I might not be forcing you to make it clap for me, but its still mine. I just figure a little carrot to go with that stick might bring you around faster. I've heard the rumors, about your inferiority complex. About how you hate your sisters and resent your parents for favoring them." She started to respond, but I held up a hand. "Nope. Don't need your life story BonBon. I don't care if Mommy was mean or Daddy didn't hug you enough. Just need an answer."

She mulled it over. "I mean, if I say no you'll just do it anyway, right? Fine. I'll help, but you better make sure I get a reasonable cut. You might have leverage, but you wouldn't be trying to convince me if you didn't see value in my cooperation. What do you have in mind?"

I raised a brow at her. "Looks like your head isn't as empty as you pretend. Fine. Seventy five twenty five. Take it or leave it." When she nodded, I leaned back against a shelf. "Perfect, now tell me about your place, your dad's valuables. All of it. And tell me about your sister and what she would bring with her."

I wasn't sure her sister would have anything worth stealing, but even if she didn't we could snag a few things to make Bonnie happy. She wasn't wrong, her cooperation would make this easier. If she implicated herself willingly then it would make it hard for her to turn on me if my leverage ever lost effect.

She started listing assets, security, and a dozen other details I was amused to find were outside what I would need. Bonnie had a LOT of pent up aggression towards her family. I was glad she found an outlet.

Shooting me an appraising look, she smirked a bit. "You know Collins, I guess you're not a total loser. You're even a little cute. We might be able to have some fun if this goes well. Kimmy hasn't really had any boyfriends before. I'd love to get her first BF before she did." She licked her lips in anticipation. How the hell did she even know about that. It had happened like thirty minutes ago? Fucking high school grapevine.

I returned her once over. "I'm not against it. But you'd never be able to tell her anyway."

Giggling, she pushed past me, hips swaying as she made for the door, stopping up close and personal right in front of me. "Oh, but I'D know, Collins. And so would you. And that's more than enough for me." She reached into my pocket, fishing out my phone, and punched in her number, then blew me a kiss before making her exit.

I wondered what Kim had done to earn that kind of hatred. It didn't seem like her to actively cause people pain. Then again, Bonnie had a sister shaped chip on her shoulder, a perfect pretty cheerleader might be enough to set her off. Either way, she was fucking hot, and if we ended up celebrating our victory…well, what villain Simon and her Simon got up to didn't have to restrict each other.

Bonnie had been right, Kim probably wouldn't put out anytime soon. I was happy to wait until she was comfortable, but since I was already committing crime on the side, having some fun didn't seem that much worse.

I waited for about ten minutes to leave the closet, not wanting to get caught on Bonnie's heels, and made it to class about twenty minutes late. I made up an excuse about getting stuck in the bathroom, and then dropped down in my seat next to, of all people, Ron.

"Hey man." I said in greeting. "You doing ok?" He looked…pale. Sort of queasy. When he saw me he got extra twitchy, and I figured out quick what the problem probably was.

He pasted on a sickly grin. "Oh, hey, Simon. Sure man, I'm good. How about you? You must be pretty stoked. I heard about you and KP." Poor guy looked like he might cry, but he was putting on a brave face, trying to be supportive. Even I was feeling bad for him.

"Yeah, it's pretty great." I admitted. "Speaking of girls though, you seeing anyone? We should find someone to hook you up with. Got any prospects?"

If necessary, I could read out a pretty civilian girl from some book to date him, but I figured it would be cheaper and less work to try to hook him up with someone who was already around. Plus less attention grabbing.

He flushed. "I mean…no. Not really. There's this girl at the movie theater who is kinda cute. I go to a lot of showings when she's on shift. But I don't think she knows I exist. I'm cool just doing my thing. The Ron abides, and all that. Don't worry about me."

I waved him off. Happy Ron equaled happy Kim, and she'd be less likely to poke around my non Kim time if she was listening to her bestie gush about his new girl. "No way man. We're buds. I can help hook you up. Get you some new threads, maybe a little coaching. Asking out girls isn't as hard as you think."

The look on his face turned a bit less queasy, the guy was not hard to distract. "You think so?" He paused. "Wait, new threads? What's wrong with my clothes?"

"I mean, have they worked so far?" I asked with a shrug. "Keep what works. Your clothes haven't been getting you dates up to now. Why not try something new. It's not like you can't change back later."

He looked reluctant, but nodded slowly, like he was coming around. "Hey, yeah. I bet once I get some cool duds the ladies will be lining up to get a piece of the Ron man." His tone was so self deprecating it looped right back around to being cocky somehow.

"Maybe shoot for just the one before you start queuing up the fast pass." I said wryly. "But I like the confidence. You want to keep this between us, or should I see if Kim is down to help?" I said it lightly, but I knew it was a heavy ask. Having her involved in getting him a girl might help him move on…or might make it worse. Hence giving him the option.

He flinched. "No!" He looked around wildly as he realized how loud that had been. "Sorry. It's just, KP can be a little protective. Her standards for the girls I like are kind of high. Zita is super sweet and gorgeous, but KP will probably assume she's not good enough and scare her off."

"Got it. No Kim." I said, holding up a hand like a scout. We started bouncing ideas around, considering different methods of approaching her, and I found it was actually kind of fun. Ron was an entertaining guy when he wasn't scared out of his mind or jealous. I was even considering some kind of Charisma item to help him out if he tanked with the girl.

Once class got out, we split up, heading to our other courses, and I was left alone with my thoughts. As I walked, I felt a buzz and slipped my phone out to check it. The text was a simple message from Bonnie. Waiting for tonight.

I rolled my eyes, but I had to admit, I was too. Bonnie would be in her room sleeping so no one could connect us, and I'd be going in costume. With the leverage I had on her I wasn't too worried about the possibility of her divulging my identity (especially given the unwritten rules). This would be good practice for my date with Shego on Saturday. I couldn't wait to see what I would find in the Rockwaller mansion.

January 10th, 2011 Rockwaller estate, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 1:30 AM EST -SP:3300

The date with Kim after school was fun. Cutesy and awkward, but she had started opening up to me at least a little bit. It was weird how easily I could let myself fall into the mindset of Nightfall when I was with her. My edgier identity had quickly become my heroic persona in my head. It was just so much easier to dump all my villainous thoughts and tendencies into another head space.

When I was with Kim, in my costume or out, I was Nightfall, and Nightfall was the best version of me. There couldn't be any slip ups if I committed to the part, so any thieving or messing around with other girls was Vagabond.

It was almost refreshing, to draw the line so cleanly. If I ended up balls deep in Bonnie it would be Vagabond railing that mouthy little slut, while Nightfall would remain the stalwart protector Kim needed. I adjusted my coat and mask, feeling at home in my current costume as Lucky returned from his scouting.

His meow of explanation confirmed all of Bonnie's info (I wasn't going to actually trust her, I wasn't a moron) and I made my way onto the premises.

My entry point was Bonnie's room. While there might be other entrances, that was the only one we could legitimately control. Her sisters could get up and go to the bathroom, or get a snack, or hit the gym, or go for a swim. There was a logical reason for someone to be in any part of the house EXCEPT Bonnie's room.

Making my way up the tree by her window was child's play with my boots, and when I confirmed there was no sound from the house, I tapped lightly on the glass.

She opened the curtains gleefully. When she saw me she grimaced, opening the latch and letting me in. "Gross. Why are you dressed like that? I thought you were supposed to be like…experienced at this. You're going to get caught and then give me up because you couldn't follow through, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes, though I had to take a minute to reset my brain from her outfit. "Why are you dressed like that?"

She looked down at her body, frowning. She was wearing a sheer pink baby doll with a hair thing g string under it. Her tits hung high and proud, olive grapefruits with proud pink nipples about the same color as the nightie.

"This is how I sleep." She shrugged. Smirking, she put a hand on her hip. "Sorry you didn't leverage me for a quick fuck?"

I snorted. "I'm planning to rob this place blind. I'm talking six figures at least. I'm sure your pussy is wonderful, but it isn't worth a hundred grand." Even if part of my brain was making a REALLY good argument that it might be.

Based on her knowing smile, she could tell too. "Whatever. I want the cash too. But if you do it good I might be down to celebrate." She grimaced. "After you change. You look like a hobo."

"Whatever." I said with a shrug, ignoring the urge to adjust my pants. "Are they all asleep?"

She snorted. "Of course. Mommy and dad always go to bed early. They have to wake up early so mommy can go to her bridge club and dad can ball his secretary before his morning meeting. Lonnie has some stupid charity thing in the morning that she'll probably only show up to for five minutes so she can get photographed. All the staff went home hours ago."

"Good to know." I said with a snicker. "Though I think that was more family bitching than you gathering intel. I'll head for the rooms you marked then." I turned to go but was surprised when she caught me by the arm. To my shock, she was blushing a little as I turned to her.

"Take me with you." She muttered sulkily. "I want to go. Let me go."

I snorted. "Literally the whole point of this was for you to be in your room so you'd have an alibi. Why would I take you."

She grimaced. "I…I just need it ok? I have to help. I have to know that when that whore is throwing her tantrum tomorrow I helped do it. I want to watch her fall apart knowing my hands were the ones that made her like that."

"You're a fucking nutcase." I informed her bluntly. "What did she do to make you hate her so much?"

Her face became a mask of rage. "Do? She didn't do anything. None of them did anything. None of them had to. They didn't earn anything they got. They didn't study to be smarter, or work out to look better, talk to people to become more social. They just are. They're just…better. For no reason. It's fucking bullshit. Why do they get to be popular, and gorgeous, and brilliant, and I get to be the bitch with a smackable ass?"

To my shock, her eyes were actually starting to mist over. I put a hand over her mouth. "Ok, jesus. You can come, if you shut the fuck up." She closed her eyes, her whole body shuddering in something near ecstasy.

"I'll do it so good." She whispered. "I'll be the best fucking thief you've ever seen. None of them can steal. I'll be the best at it. Make tons of money and show them all."

"Sure." I said politely as I turned to head to the door. "You got a codename for this little adventure? Might as well if you're going to be my partner for real." She froze, her face looking excited as she considered it.

She bit her lip. "Are you being serious?" She asked quietly. "You think I'm…a partner?"

"Well you're coming with me." I shrugged. "Seems like a good enough word to describe it. Don't you think?"

She looked confused. Like I'd blue screened her brain. So I just turned and headed to the door, opening it slowly. I waited until Lucky blocked the area around us (from his phased state, I didn't want to give away all my secrets) and gestured for her to come stick her head out. I tried not to focus on the floral smell of clean skin and light soap as she brushed up against me in that nightie. It didn't work.

She leaned out, giving me a nice look at her body, then leaned back in, shaking her head. I gave her a quick pat on the ass, expecting a glare, but I just got a small 'eep' and a jump before she scurried out.

I followed her, sticking to the wall, as she escorted me to her father's study. Instead of picking the lock or destroying the door, I sent Lucky inside and had him flick the deadbolt. He scanned the room for any security measures, and he found only the ones Bonnie had told me about. I opened the door, hurried to the wall panel, and punched in a series of numbers, then when it beeped invited Bonnie inside and closed the door.

"What are those numbers anyway?" I asked quietly. "The last of them was eighty three. Is that your mom's birthday or something?"

She snorted. "I doubt my dad even knows mommy's birthday. It's the maid's. Lucia is his favorite. He says she sucks like a hoover and never gives him any lip." Her words were bland, like that kind of talk from her dad was just an every day thing.

"He's kind of a dick, huh?" I asked as we headed over to the safe hidden under the floor. This part was harder to do clean, so I let Lucky start carving away at it with his laser claws. I blocked the door with my body so Bonnie couldn't see.

Her bitter chuckle was answer enough. "Power means never having to say you're sorry BonBon." She mocked in a deep voice. "I worked hard to have I life I can enjoy, why should I apologize?" She snorted. "He never says sorry. Not when my favorite baby sitter quit because she got pregnant, or when my swim coaches husband found out he made her suck his dick and forced her to leave. Dad believes everything he does is justified. Even if it hurts someone else."

"Sounds like he's kind of an asshole to women." I said with a sympathetic nod. I was too sometimes, but Bonnie's dad was clearly a piece of work."

That got an almost tearful giggle. "Why do you think I don't have any girlfriends? Whenever my sisters brought friends to the house for sleepovers dad would always end up getting them alone. I watched it happen a dozen times growing up. My only female friend is Tara, and I wouldn't let her come within ten miles of this place. Well, and Hope, but that whore would be on her knees before he finished saying hello."

The safe popped open, and I grinned as I looked down at the contents. A stack of bearer bonds, a small black velvet bag that looked to be filled with diamonds, and a small portable hard drive. I pocketed all of it, not wanting to work with the book right now.

We hit a few more rooms, including Lonnie's room, though Bonnie snuck in first to make sure she was asleep. It was kind of creepy how aroused Bonnie was emptying her sister's jewelry box. Hot, but creepy.

Finally we made it back to her room without setting off any alarms. I had everything stuffed in the pockets of my duster.

I was about to leave. I really was. But all I could think about was how happy she'd been when I mentioned her being my partner. I paused. "So…do you know about any of your neighbors security?" I asked slowly. "Maybe we could do this again. You were a pretty good partner."

Her head whipped around. "Really?" She said tentatively. "You think I…did good?"

"You're a natural." I said reassuringly. "Did you have a good time?" Her green eyes were wide and luminous, pinning me intently.

Licking her lips, she nodded, blushing a little. "I…yeah, I mean I guess. You're like…really professional and stuff. It's kind of ok." Oddly genuine respect seemed to have gotten her off kilter enough that she dropped the vampy succubus bit. Which was a little sad. Maybe next time.

"Then I think we can work together again." I chuckled. "You never did pick a codename. If we're going to be a team, I'll need something to call you."

She blushed and looked away. "I kind of like Duchess. If that doesn't sound dumb or whatever."

"Duchess works fine." I laughed. "It suits you." I patted my pockets. "I'll get your bank info at school, and get you the cash from this stuff when I can."

Shrugging, she just snorted. "Whatever. No rush."

Approaching me, she looked at my coat where the stuff was, then up at my face. Then she leaned forward and, to my immense shock, hugged me. Her face was buried in my coat and I had no clue where to put my hands. Then she stepped back, blushing.

"Thanks." She muttered. "For like…letting me help. You didn't have to do that. I know I can be a bitch sometimes, but I'll remember that." She glanced down at herself. "We can like…fool around a bit before you leave. If you wanna."

I put a hand on her face, tracing her lip with my thumb. "That would be a bad idea. We could easily get caught. I really want to. But not right now. Maybe next time." The touch was to reassure her I wasn't rejecting her. She seemed weirdly fragile right now, like she would actually be hurt if I said no.

She swallowed again. "Ok." She said quietly. "I'm ok with that. Next time." Then she leaned up and pecked me on the mask before turning and hurrying over to her bed, climbing in.

I stepped out the window, landing soundlessly on the grass, and then sped off. That had been…not what I expected. Bonnie was a more complicated person than I gave her credit for. Maybe I'd spend some more time around her, see how things went. That girl was just my kind of crazy.

January 16th, 2011 Huntsclan Estate, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 10:30 PM EST -SP:5000

The rest of the week was surprisingly relaxing. Kim couldn't get any time away at night because her parents were working, and she had to watch her twin brothers. Bonnie texted me a constant rotating array of flirtation, insults, weirdly vulnerable prying questions, and the occasional dirty selfie, especially once I paid her the cash for our haul at her house.

Because I wasn't an idiot, I didn't try to fence the jewelry and diamonds. I DID read them into my book, collect over sixteen hundred points (every one of those bearer bonds and every diamond was ten points), and then read some garden variety gems and jewelry out of a random story and sell THOSE. The stuff from the Rockwaller raid I'd sit on for a few months before moving it.

While I waited on my next outing, I had Lucky out and about in his phasing form, searching houses nearby for useful shit I could steal. It killed time, along with planning my next Bonnie heist and communicating with Shego via text about our job on saturday, until, finally, the day itself arrived.

Early in the day I went out with Kim, we walked around on the boardwalk doing cutesy couples things, which was kind of nice, and then after she kissed me goodnight, I headed home, got changed into my costume, and headed to meet up with Shego.

Shego was already there when I arrived, and she grinned at me eagerly when she saw me. "Well if it isn't the little hobo that could. Still wearing that ridiculous outfit I see. Is there a reason you can't dress like a normal person? I never really got the costume thing myself, why not strut it if you've got it." She put a hand on her hip, striking a pose.

I shrugged. "I have my reasons, and you're about to see one of them. Now, are you sure this is an ok place to hit? The unwritten rules…"

"Only cover civilian identities." She finished. "The Huntsclan are a costumed organization. People are MOSTLY sure that they're a branch of the Herrens, but everyone in there is cape. Or at least operates as a costumed villain. I assume this secret has to do with our backup? You mentioned not wanting me to bring any henchmen."

Grinning, I remembered my mask and then nodded. "You bet that peachy ass it is." She raised an eyebrow at my terminology, but I ignored her, too excited to finally test out one of the most interesting of my new items.

Focusing on the cloud filled night sky, I reached out to the magic in my hat, willing it to activate for the first time.

The golden cap was a somewhat controversial pick in my mind. Its limited uses made it suspect, but there was one factor that had sold me on it. I could only SUMMON the monkeys three times. But they never got UNSUMMONED. I wasn't sure of the hard limits yet, but based on the text, the monkeys would be mine permanently.

For most people that would be an issue, but I had my book. I could read them into and out of it at will, meaning I didn't need to actually HOUSE an army of flying primates.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a slight glow on my hat, but no one else noticed it. They were distracted by the much brighter glow lighting the clouds, an eldritch green that backlit the dark sky as the clouds began to churn.

As we watched, the clouds formed into a funnel, a tornado tearing the sky apart as it whirled to life, creating a tunnel above the estate.

Out of the hole in the world erupted more than two dozen (thirty three, I counted) winged shapes, cackling with primate glee as they swooped down from above, snatching up the emerging members of the huntsclan and carrying them through the air, dropping them onto other costumed forms.

The weird fascist stormtroopers fired lazer staff weapons of some kind at my minions, but monkeys are agile as fuck, especially ones with wings. They effortlessly dodged the blasts even as they tossed the huntsclan soldiers around.

Shego just stared, slack jawed. "You're a MASTER?" She asked incredulously. It made me smile she didn't even notice my invisible robot cat slipping through the defenses to scout the place for us.

"I am. You think that'll be a big enough distraction?" I gestured at the monkey army besieging the premises.

"Somehow, I think it might be." She said dryly. "Now come on cherry boy. We've got some shit to steal." Her voice was hungry as she took off into the treeline, circling around to break into the house at one of the weak points in the defenses.

When we reached the spot on the wall with the blind spot she'd found, I had her pause. Lucky was in there, and he hadn't given the signal yet. Finally, I caught an almost subaudible meow, and with a strong jump, my foot tapped off the empty spot I'd located on top of the wall, pushing me even higher as I came down soundlessly on a balcony.

Shego landed next to me a second later, whistled quietly. "Damn cherry boy, you got some legs on you."

"Thanks." I said with a grin. "I like yours too. Now, I believe it's your turn?"

Technically Lucky would be more than capable of breaking through these doors, but Shego didn't know that. I preferred to keep my aces in reserve, in case I needed to make a quick escape. Shego didn't seem to mind, her hands lighting up with some kind of green plasma as she grabbed the handles of the steel reinforced patio door.

She squeezed tightly and the doorknobs melted, letting her effortlessly push open the door. "Alright, the blueprints on file say they have a safe in the third halfway on the left. I'll need a minute or two to get through the safe. I was going to ask you to keep them off me but I think your monkey army might actually keep us in the clear."

The two of us broke for the vault, excited to loot the stash of such a huge organization. I wondered what they had in there. Jewelry and gems could be exchanged for points, albeit at a fairly small rate. I'd gotten lucky with the bearer bonds and the diamonds, both very high quality. Lesser gems would have most likely been F-class and only worth a point.

When we reached the vault, we headed right for the door. Shego's hands were lit up green, ready to begin their destructive work…except we ran into a small issue.

A girl stood in front of us. She was wearing a huntsclan uniform, or something like on. Her hair was braided tightly behind her, and she held one of those laser staves balanced lightly in front of her.

Shego sighed. "You got a way to crack that vault? Because if not you're going to have to handle her."

I wasn't confident in taking on a trained combatant with laser weaponry (at least not with my own laser weapon out of commission) so I nodded. "I've got something for the vault. Can you take her?"

She blurred forward, dropping into a handspring that took her up and over the girl, hands scything out in a whirling block that deflected either side of the staff as she stepped forward and headbutted the turning Huntsgirl (I vaguely recognized her) in the face. The blonde stumbled sideways, then dropped into a roll to dodge the stomp kick from my green meanie. "Yeah." She said lazily. "I think I can manage."

Shrugging, I hurried past the two of them as Shego dipped below a laser staff strike and used her energy covered right hand to SLAP Huntsgirl open palmed across the left ass cheek.

The huntsclan girl wailed, hopping forward as the red leathery armor of her suit burned away, leaving a very red cheek exposed on one side. She squeaked, turning around and pressing her back to the wall, but I didn't have time to enjoy the view, busy as I was with our raid.

Lucky emerged from the wall beside me, having noticed my need for his assistance. I stepped in front of the vault to block sight of him as he jammed any cameras in here. "Alright buddy. No need to expose the claws. Have a snack."

With a triumphant meow, he dove forward, mouth opening as he bit into the vault door. He chumped down and took out a chunk like a wolf biting into cotton candy. It took him maybe two minutes to eat a roughly circular hole the size of a manhole cover in the door, taking the locking mechanism with it. I grinned, pulling open the vault, and turned to call my teammate. "Shego! We're in!"

I froze as I caught sight of the fight. I had…not expected it. Shego was a master of distraction, because that corrosive energy hadn't done anything more than sting and bruise Huntsgirl's skin, but it has seared through ever scrap of her clothing that had been touched. Exposed handprints of flesh, as well as striped of corroded clothing, barely held together as Huntsgirl tried awkwardly to cover her mostly naked body.

Shego blew me a kiss. "A bonus for your first real job cherry boy. Thought you might like a show." She sashayed past me, hips swaying, and I shrugged awkwardly at the seething villainess.

"I didn't ask her to do that. Sorry." I gestured to her body. "You going to try to attack me? Because you'll flash the whole hallway if you do."

Shego was emptying out the vault, and Lucky was in there with her to make sure she didn't skim any off the top, so I was left to hold off Huntsgirl. Despite her rather toned abs, I did feel a bit bad for her. Sadly, I didn't have anything to give her to cover up, so we could only stare awkwardly at each other until my partner came back.

Seeing us frozen, she rolled her eyes. "Honestly cherry boy, I meant for you to know her out. Wave some bare skin at a boy and he turns into a statue. We'll need to train that out of you."

Her hand flashed out, a gold coin glowing green flipping end over end until it smashed into Huntsgirl's head, snapping it back to bang into the wall. Unlike my similar plasma bolt incident with Stormtiger, her head didn't pop like an overripe melon. I heaved a sigh of relief as she collapsed, seemingly unharmed.

"I got everything valuable. Come on, we've got to go." She grinned at me wickedly. "If you move your ass, I might let you pound mine. A big score always gets my motor running, and you were a VERY good boy tonight." With that, she spun and took off, said ass bouncing pleasantly as she ran.

It didn't take more than a second for my shock at the night's events to wear off, and I bolted after her, long legged strides taking full advantage of my boots.

As we hopped down and cleared the fence, we took off on a prepared escape route. Slipping my book out while her back was turned, I quickly read over the passage where the monkeys appeared, sealing all thirty three of them into its pages without even looking back.

This had gone…perfectly. It was the best result I could have imagined, and it made me so hungry for more. More theft, more points, more power. My eyes lingered on flexing cheeks in green and black skin tight fabric. Maybe hungry for a little something else too. Hell, I was a villain right now. Time to celebrate like one. I had a feeling the rest of my night would be even more exciting.

January 16th, 2011 Ellington Hotel, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 12:00 AM EST -SP:5200 (nsfw warning: mild femdom, rough sex, wealth kink. Trying something new, we'll see how it's received lol)

"Fuck yes!" Whooped Shego as she hurled herself onto the bed in the hotel room we'd rented. "I can't believe that went off so well. Fuck I like it!" She wriggled in place with a throaty moan on the bed. "Start up the jacuzzi, stud. Mama needs a DEEP tissue massage and you get to do the pounding!"

I laughed as we dropped all the loot on the floor. "You seem pretty accepting of how easily we pulled it off. Are all your jobs like this?"

"Like this?" She snorted. "Hell no. My usual partner is a bit of a dope. His plans go bad more than they go well. I'm used to it all falling apart and having to punch my way clear. Working with someone competent is…refreshing." Rolling out of bed, she started tugging the zipper down on her jumpsuit. "Now, dump those gold coins on the bed. I want them to dig into my ass while you fuck me."

Laughing, I picked up the sack of gold, dumping it on the bed, spreading the metal out over the3 bedspread. "You know that isn't going to be comfortable, right?"

Dropping her jump suit to the floor, she brought a hand down on a toned green ass cheek with a snap. "You see this grade A hunk of beef? I want it tenderized. I want to see the bruises from those coins on my skin for weeks. You know what soaks my cunt, cherry boy? Money. Gold. Cold hard treasure. This little victory gave me a fucking molten pussy, and if you're not going to pump in some cum to put out the fire I'll find someone who will."

As i stared at her verdant rump hungrily, I felt something kind of strange. Heat. Not in my pants, that wouldn't have been strange at all. Around my neck.

The snowdrop was pulsing with warmth. Good luck, that was what it did, and that's what this was. A perfectly executed robbery where everything went our way leading to a rough and dirty fuck with an emerald bombshell in a swanky hotel room. The last thing I was going to do was question it.

Vagabond was always ready to enjoy himself, and this bitch looked enjoyable as hell. I unbuttoned my pants, kicking off my boots and sliding them down my serum enhanced thighs to bare my cock to the villainess.

She froze. "Oh." She purred. "Oh that's what I want. Mama like. Packing a pringles can in those pants cherry boy? Bet it's hard to find girls that can take a dick like that. How long is that third leg stud?" Her eyes were hawklike as she fixated on my cock, breathing speeding up a little bit as she stared hungrily.

Shrugging off my coat, I left my shirt on (as well as the mithril shirt under it. Though I dropped the hat on a table as I walked forward to stand indecisively in front of the bed.

Shego…wasn't wrong. I actually wasn't too experienced with women. I'd fooled around with a few girls at Winslow, some hand stuff, had my dick sucked. But I hadn't really…fucked anyone. My dick was less of an asset in a high school than expected. Size queens weren't as common among eighteen year olds as porn would imply.

But I wasn't worried about it. Simon might have been nervous, but Vagabond didn't give a shit. I was just getting my dick wet. No need to get weird about it. Or so I told myself over and over again.

Her hand dropped to my cock, palming it, gripping tightly as she started to jerk it for me. "I can always tell a virgin, you know." She said huskily. "There's a kind of…smell you have. This desperate need to get into a woman. I love it. Teaching you. Taking you. Breaking in a cherry boy is almost as hot as fucking on a pile of gold."

I groaned, though I wasn't even close to cumming. My muscles had ALL been enhanced by the serum, and that included my pelvic floor muscles, which let you hold back a load. At least I wouldn't have virgin stamina.

Pushing me back, she slid off the bed. Under her jump suit she'd been wearing a skimpy pair of dark green lingerie, and her not insubstantial tits bounced enticingly as she dropped to her knees. "What about the gold?" I asked breathlessly. "You wanted me to fuck you on top of it didn't you?"

"Shhhh." She purred, her hot breath misting over my cock. "Mama's gonna make it all feel good." I hissed as her hot tongue pressed against the head of my dick and she licked a line of white hot pleasure down the length of my dick. "Fuck look at all this meat." She cooed. "Aren't you just the juiciest little snack." She leaned down, her dark green lips wrapping around my sack as she sucked one of my balls into her mouth, playing with it with her tongue.

My hand went to her head, but she slapped it away. "No touching." She said sternly. "Good boys wait for their presents. I'll give you all the pleasure you want, baby, just let me work."

I let out a shuddering breath, nodding, and she cooed in appreciation. "Such a good boy." She said around sucking in my other nut and slurping on it noisily. "Mama's got to get these balls churning. Nothing sweeter than that first extra thick nut. After I get this fat cut of meat I want a nice thick milkshake for desert."

Moaning, she trailed her tongue back up, wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft before slurping and licking on it like an ice cream cone. I clenched, but her fingers clamped down just this side of pain, making sure I couldn't cum if I wanted to.

"Please." I groaned. "Can we please fuck?"

She pouted at me. "So impatient. It's your fault for whipping out this fat fucking cock. You got me all excited." Standing up, she turned her back on me, planting her hands in the gold and sliding forward with a moan of delight. Her ass stuck up off the edge of the beg, wiggling invitingly. "I need a warm up for a dick like that. I had my snack baby. Your turn. Lick it up. Nice and slow. Get me ready."

Groaning, I fell to my knees. Staring at the perfectly sculpted villainous ass in front of me, I reached up to grope it. She moaned a bit, wiggling in my hands, but didn't speak. I squeezed and mauled her cheeks nipping at the skin until I got to her panties. I grabbed the barely there dark green string and yanked, not so much taking them off as tearing them off.

They fell away, and I was left staring and a light green pussy with a thatch of dark green hair. I probably should have stayed cool. Done the alphabet, worked the clit, whatever. But when I stared at her soaked snatch I couldn't form coherent thoughts. I just fucking dove in.

Mashing my face between her toned cheeks I wriggled my tongue up into her, my whole body going tight at the slightly sweet taste of grade A criminal pussy, I went to town on her, tongue in nice and deep, lots of movement, even my nose was buried in her twat. She let out a keening whine. "Fuck baby that's it. Eat your fucking dinner. Gobble it all up and lick that fucking plate. I love a man who enjoys his meals."

I pulled back, gasping and face covered in girl cum. I slapped her ass. "Enough appetizer. Eat your meat."

Giggling naughtily, she wiggled her ass at me again. "Oh baby, mama doesn't mind if you take a little control. Go ahead. Get that fat cock into my pussy. But if you dump your load on the first shove you'll be punished. You got me all worked up. You better pound that fucking stress out the right way. I'm not- OHHHH FUCK ME!"

"That's the idea." I grunted, fingers digging into her hips as I adjusted to the molten vice grip of supervillain pussy. "Sorry, were you saying something?" I slid out slowly as I waited for her to respond.

Groaning, she laughed. "You mouthy fuck, you think I'll just take- FUCK YOU that's a fat dick! Shit you're splitting me in two!"

"Can't take it?" I teased as I started to pick up speed. "Badass villain can't hack a little deep dicking?"

"Shut up!" She spat, her eyes wide with excitement and greed. "Get in me deeper, baby, wreck that cunt. You better-" I grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face into the gold, and her cunt clamped down like a vise.

I groaned in enjoyment. "Shit that's good. Why are you so fucking sloppy, it's indescribably. Wet and hot and working my dick. Fuck this is great. Hows that gold in your face 'mama'?" I said that last bit sarcastically, but I felt her pussy twitch around me as I did, and a surge of wetness splashed over the balls she'd been slurping so excitedly not long age.

My eyes fluttered. Super muscles or not, I was going to nut soon. She was like fucking paradise. The hard smack of hips on cheeks and the wet slurp of hungry pussy filled the room, accompanied by cock drunk giggles from more experienced thief.

"Shooo good!" She slurred drunkenly. "Who's your fuckin' mommy baby? Who gives you that good pussy? We could do this every week? Steal from idiots and fuck on beds full of money. You want this pussy again baby?"

My fingers dug in deeper, I was sure there'd be bruises on her hips, but I could only fuck faster. "I'm gonna cum." I gritted. "I'm almost there."

"Do it!" She hissed almost crazily. "Spray my cunt down with that thick load stud, feed mommy pussy her fucking milkshake!" She went crazy, shoving her taut yet surprisingly bubbly ass back against my hips like the bumpers on a bowling lane, round cheeks smashing into my thighs at ever increasing speeds.

"Fuck it!" I groaned. "You better be on the pill, I'm putting this where it fucking goes!"

I threw back my head and roared as my balls clenched almost painfully, boiling cum erupting from the tip of my still pounding cock, rope after rope splattering deep inside her as her pussy went insane around me. A high pitched keening wail of ecstasy erupted from her mouth as her hands dug into the mattress, green energy tearing apart the springs and fluff as I shoved her slack face into the pile of gold.

"FUCK YES!" She wailed. "Give me that fucking creampie baby! Get that fucking pussy! Get it! You're so fucking gooooood!"

She finished, and then slumped forward bonelessly. I fell on my ass, getting a front row view of her demolished hole leaking my fresh cum. "Holy shit." I panted. "That was fucking fantastic."

She just giggled, her tongue poking out and licking the gold seductively. "Don't quit on me now, stud. Rest up and get back at it. I can still feel my legs." She moaned luxuriously. "Best part of cherry picking. Virgins always have another shot."

Forcing myself to my feet I planted a rough slap on one of her ass cheeks. "You saying that was just an average rookie fuck?"

Laughing, she shook her head, ignoring the scrape of gold coins on her skin. "Oh trust me baby. You're above average in every way. But mama's got a hungry pussy that still needs to eat. So nut up and get started on my second course. I want another cream pie for desert." Her last demand was cut off by a happy squeal as I pitched forward, burying myself in her again. I was gonna fuck the attitude right out of her.

January 16th, 2011 Ellington Hotel, Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, 9:00 AM EST -SP:5400 (slight nsfw warning: lots of casual sexual stuff mixed in with the chapter with a bit of actual penetration at the end lol)

I…might have gone a bit overboard. I stared at the snoring, bruised, and leaking form od Shego on the bed with a bit of sheepishness and a whole lot more pride. I'd fucked her stupid. It had taken hours (the woman had the stamina of a rabid hyena) but she was officially out for the count, snoring peacefully on top of the blanket with her firm green ass exposed to the sky like a purple streaked moon.

Despite having just spent hours inside of her, staring at her battered pussy threatened to get me hard again. Shego's cunt was…fucking spectacular. Granted I didn't have much to compare it to, but the magic vortex of slurping sucking volcanic ecstasy between her legs was fucking transformative.

Luckily, the literal cramp in my balls from hours of nonstop constant fucking helped tamp down of the need to get back into that bed and wake her up with the world's most shocking sausage breakfast.

Forcing myself to focus I started going through the loot. With a brief thought, I summoned Lucky, bidding my cat to shroud the area in silence with his advanced sound dampening tech. Shego might be pounded into a dripping, grinning mess of fucked out sleep, but she was still a pro. I knew any sound at all would wake her up.

Sadly, the myriad coins we'd liberated (some kind of spanish krugerrand apparently) were all underneath her, so I had to check on the other stuff, though I was able to confirm each coin was E-class, and would therefore net me ten points.

From the rest of the loot, I started to withdraw several important artifacts. A reliquary containing the fingerbone of some saint, a small bag of diamonds. Several tubes containing art that according to my ability, were all masterpieces worth quite a bit, to the point that at least two of them were D-class.

Shego had a good eye to go with her world class pussy. I had to shake myself free of the memory of burying myself inside her, but I did. It was important that I not get too attached. She was a fantastic fuck and a good partner, but if I turned into some simpy puppy dog she'd chew me up and spit me out.

I did have…other options though. I fished out my phone and sent a text, having to ask Lucky to allow the signal through once I failed to get service. It was Sunday morning, so I knew Bonnie wouldn't be at school at least. 'You up? It's S.'

To my surprise, I got almost an immediate response. 'Church.' It said simply. I was pretty shocked, she didn't strike me as the type.

'You burst into flames on entry?' I teased her as I started counting out the diamonds.

'Fucking nerd.' Came her scathing response. 'What do you want?'

I debated being subtle, but in the end I wanted to set up for a night like this with Bonnie, so I might as well go all in. 'You.'

There was a slight delay. 'You wish. I'm not that easy.'

'Just fucked a girl on a bed full of stolen gold. Imagined it was you.' Bonnie was a complicated girl. Hearing I'd gotten some pussy may or may not make her jealous, but hearing I'd been fucking someone through a crime would drive her crazy.

The phone was a burner (I wouldn't carry my normal cell on me while robbing someone, I wasn't a fucking moron) but the admission was worth the potential outcome.

I didn't get a response for almost ten minutes, and when I did, I almost groaned. Bonnie in the confessional booth, dress hiked up and panties pulled aside while she spread the lips of her well trimmed pussy. 'Steal this.'

I was rock hard, but I forced myself to focus. I had points to gather. This had been to tee something up for later. 'Tomorrow night. I'll add it to the haul from your neighbors. Make a list of all the security.'

She didn't respond, and I grinned. Perfect. She'd be nice and needy tomorrow. Shego had gotten me all worked up. I needed somewhere to take out my frustrations since I knew Kim wouldn't put out. Bonnie's peachy bronze cheerleader booty had been on my to do list for years, even when I considered her a bitch. Taking years of frustration out on her pussy sounded fucking heavenly.

After adding everything up, I read it all into my book, grinning at the several thousand point bump. Between the few D-class paintings, the gems, the reliquary (D-class) and all the gold coins I could grab without disturbing my sleeping partner, I managed to net myself a cool three thousand, bringing me up to eight thousand four hundred, though based on the book I was only about seventy five words from eighty five hundred.

Of course, once I was done, I read it all back out. One of my main advantages was being able to use items I'd read in. Otherwise I wouldn't have dared to swap everything we'd taken for points right under Shego's nose. I had Lucky drop the bubble, not caring who heard the next part.

Once that was done, I reached into a pocket and pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper with a phone number. It rang for a minute or two before a groggy voice picked up. "The fuck do you want jizzrag? It's nine A fuckin M." There was a slight grumble on the other side and then a smack. "Bitch shut up put that fucking face hole to work, I'm doing business. If I'm awake you are too."

"Sorry to wake you." I lied cheerfully. "I just wanted to call and let you know I passed your little test. I robbed the Huntsclan last night."

"You did fuckin' what?" He yelped. "Fuck you don't waste any fuckin' time do you shitstain? Fine. You're Merchants now. When are you bringing me my fuckin' money?"

I laughed. "Money? What money?" I said bluntly. "You told me to prove myself by robbing the empire. Self proven. This cash is mine. I'm not giving your junkie ass a red cent of it. Sorry not sorry."

"Listen here fuckstick!" He spat. "The Merchants are MY gang. I'm in charge and you'll do whatever the fuck I say."

"Pass." I said with a yawn. "I'm a hot ticket now. Word of the heist will be going around. I can join any gang I like. You need someone with my skills. The Merchants are a pissant band of druggies with a few decent capes. One more puts you further into the realm of legitimacy, but if I decide to join someone else, I can just trade them the 'information' on who set me on the Huntsclan to begin with."

There was a seething silence. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You picked the target."

"Maybe." I said with a shrug. "But will anyone else believe that? Plus if I use that as an audition and join…say, the Empire, they can't very well take a shot at their own guy, now could they? But they already hate you. Shoring up their rep by demolishing your rinky dink operation would be child's play for someone like Hookwolf."

"Bullshit!" He snarled. "You hate the fucking Empire, you even mentioned what kind of assholes they were!"

I shrugged. "That's personal, this is business. Criminals don't have the luxury of the moral high ground. You assholes are the least disgusting gang in town, but if you're going to treat me like slave labor, I might as well suck that up and do business with the big boys."

That was a bluff. The thought of working for nazis made me physically ill. But Skidmark didn't know that. He seethed for a full minute, and I grimaced at the slurping and choking from the other end of the line. I wondered if that was Squealer or another of his junkie side pieces. "Fine." he said finally, barely restrained rage in his voice. "But you better show up when I call. Shit you do on your own time is your business, but you WILL be here to help us pull jobs, otherwise I'll take my chances with the bad press, do you fucking understand me cockbreath?"

"Impotent whining noted. Buh-bye now." Then I hung up.

The sound of snoring had ceased, and when I turned I found an amused Shego shooting me a satisfied smirk. "Well look who's got a big swingin' dick now that he got it wet." She drawled playfully. "Guessed I made a man out of you, huh cherry boy?"

I just smirked at her, enjoying the full frontal show of her bare body. "And I made a pretzel out of you, and a bridge, and a wheelbarrow…you get the picture."

Gesturing down at her naked body, she fluttered her lashes. "You want a picture baby? I'd be happy to let you take a souvenir. Though if you show it to anyone else I'll rip your dick off and stuff it in a blender."

"You're bluffing." I said smugly. "My dick is your new favorite thing."

Though she rolled her eyes, she didn't correct me. "Fine, you rocked my world. It was an A plus performance for a cherry boy, and I'd be down to let you have a return visit to your first pussy in the future if you keep being so entertaining." She licker her lips, eyes falling to my tented pants. "Or am I misreading your interest."

"How do I stay interesting?" I said with feigned nonchalance. I was interested, and talking to Bonnie had gotten me going, but like I'd decided earlier, I wasn't going to be led by the nose.

She shrugged, perky green tits bouncing, dark green nipples hard in the cold morning air. "I'll think of something. You can start by inviting me along next time you have a heist on the books. Provided I'm available."

I grinned at her. "Don't you already have a job?" I asked with a laugh. "You work that blue guy, Doctor Declan."

"Drakken." She corrected with a grimace. "PHO gossip I assume. But yes, the Doc and I got back. He was my first employer, and despite his incompetence, he's had my back for a long time. I'm not talking about a full time arrangement. I'm talking about the occasional booty call. We steal someone's booty and then you take mine."

I raised an eyebrow. "Literally? Because you were a bit of princess about your back door last night."

To my shock, that got a little bit of a blush. "I don't really DO rear entry. But I guess if the score was big enough and you got me liquored up I could let you in the back entrance." She glanced down at my cock. "But there would need to be lube. Lots of lube. And maybe some plugs to get me ready. I'm tough, but I'm not a masochist. You want to buttfuck mama with that monster then you better get us the score of a lifetime."

To emphasize the offer, she slapped a cheek, groping her own ass. "Anyway, all this double talk is boring. I feel gold coins digging into my side and its getting me wet. Come give mama a proper wakeup call and we can talk stealing later." She slid her hand down her body, curling her fingers into her pussy with a wanton moan.

I was out of my pants and on the bed before she could blink, burying myself in her heavenly snatch to her giggle of surprised delight. I wasn't going to let her lead me around by the dick, but I wasn't an idiot. This pussy was the best thing I've ever felt in my life, and I absolutely wasn't planning to give up on a free second helping. My balls ached a bit as I started to pound her into the mattress, but I ignored it. Thank the gods for that damned serum, superhuman dexterity AND stamina. I wondered how long I'd last this time.

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