Kathy

Chapter 4 -- Getting Serious

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

Kathy jumped back from the curb as the red sports car took the turn a little too close. "Your insurance isn't going to cover it if I smash your car," she muttered after him.

Randall was gone for a couple of weeks. He and his partner were on the East Coast, interviewing some people and checking into some possible clues regarding a murder case. But just because Randall was gone didn't mean that her life stopped. She still had to eat, among other things.

Actually, with Randall gone, she had to do more grocery shopping than she would have had to do with him around. Without Randall around to take her out to dinner, she had to feed herself. And she hated to go out to eat alone. Not that eating alone in her apartment was much better.

Tonight, she had done some grocery shopping. She had a large paper sack full of groceries. It was a pain having to carry everything home on the bus, a car would allow her to make less frequent but bigger shopping trips. But at least, more frequent shopping trips meant fresher food.

She was also thinking that she should cook something for him to welcome him home. After all, while he was gone he was probably dining out every night, putting it on his expense account. He'd probably welcome a home-cooked meal when he got back. She certainly hoped that he would enjoy it more than he did dining out with his partner, Detective Henry Miller.

And, if she cooked him dinner, she wouldn't have to wait until he drove her home. It would be a much quicker trip from the dining room to the bedroom than it would be from any restaurant.

Bill Sanders was sitting between two dumpsters in the alley behind the supermarket, sharing a joint with his buddy Joe Fredericks. The two of them were high school seniors, with nothing in particular planned for after graduation. As he handed the joint back to Joe, he saw somebody coming down the alley. He watched as the figure approached. And it was quite a figure.

The figure belonged to a leggy blonde in a very short white dress. He was convinced that the shape of that upper body wasn't due to anything she had stuffed into the pockets on the front of her dress.

Bill nudged Joe in the side. Joe took a final drag and then threw away the remains of the joint. The two stood up and approached the girl, separating to trap her in the alley between the two of them.

"Hi, babe. You got some spare change to pay toll?" Bill looked at the front of her dress. The top buttons were undone, showing off some cleavage. Some very nice cleavage. "Or would you rather pay toll with something else?"

Thinking about what she was going to cook for Randall, Kathy hadn't seen the two teenagers until they had surrounded her. Both of them were taller and bigger than she was. At the first one's words, she walked on to one of the empty shopping carts scattered throughout the alley, and put her grocery sack and her purse into it.

She turned to face the one who had spoken to her. Putting her hands on her hips, she asked him, "What are you going to pay toll with?"

"Huh? What're you talking about, babe?"

"What are you two going to give me to leave you two alone?"

"Huh? You don't think you can take us, do you?"

"We're going to take you, baby." The one behind her spoke for the first time.

She heard him coming. She braced her legs as he wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides. She stood still, ignoring his pathetic attempts to force her down to the ground.

The one in front of her grinned, apparently not noticing the effort the other one was making. "Okay, babe. You still you think you can take us?"

"No, I know I can." She slowly spread her arms, breaking the bear hug. Grabbing a wrist, she swung him around until both boys were in front of her.

Spreading her arms again, she wrapped them around both of their waists, lifting them up into the air. "C'mon, boys. Aren't you going to take me?"

She held them for a while, while they feebly struggled to escape her embrace. Then she slowly started tightening her embrace, watching their faces contort with pain as she forced the air out of their lungs.

When they were just about to pass out from the lack of air, she relaxed her embrace and lightly threw them back against the wall. They collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

"So, you boys still think you can take me?"

On hearing the voice, Bill looked up and saw a blur. He focused his eyes to see the blonde. She was smiling down at them. She was standing on one foot, adjusting her shoe on her other foot, making her short white skirt ride even higher up her long shapely legs. The front of her dress was unbuttoned down to the waist, and it didn't look like she was wearing anything under it.

He tried to back away from the gorgeous vision, crawling crabwise on his hands and feet. He felt something warm and moving behind him.

"Wha? Wha' happened?" Joe said as Bill all but crawled over the top of him, until his back hit the wall. Joe was quickly right beside him.

The blonde walked towards them. She stopped and leaned over them. She smiled sweetly down at them. "Well, you boys still think you can take me?"

"Please, We're sorry. We didn't mean anything. Please," Bill pleaded.

"Yeah. Please leave us alone," Joe chimed in.

Kathy leaned forward a little more, letting them see a little more of her cleavage. "It's a little late for that, isn't it, boys? I gave you two a chance earlier, and you didn't take it. Now you're going to pay for that."

"No, please. You want our money, take it, it's yours. Just don't hurt us any more." He reached for his wallet, fishing it out of his pocket. "Here, take it, it's yours. Don't hurt me any more, please."

"I don't want your money, boys. I want you." She was feeling the effects of her earlier thoughts about Randall. And the effects of her exertion --- slight as it may have been --- in overpowering these two boys. She shook her chest, letting her breasts pop free of her dress. Reaching down, she grabbed their heads and brought them up almost to her breasts. "Take a good look, boys. You like what you see?"

They started to struggle, trying to push themselves away from her. "Let me go!" one said, as the other gave up pushing and started hitting her.

She ignored their pathetic struggles, even as she felt the blows against her body. "You like what you see?" She repeated her question as she shook them a bit for emphasis.

"Yes!" They cried out in chorus.

"Prove it!" She pulled them closer, rubbing their faces over her breasts, softening her body and being careful not to crush their skulls. Then she forced her nipples into their mouths. "C'mon, do it!" She shook them again to emphasize her command.

Even though the two of them combined didn't have half of Randall's strength, she could feel her already heightened arousal mounting even further. And this was the first time that she'd ever had both of her breasts worked on at the same time.

Soon, even their feeble efforts had the expected results. Opening her arms, she let the two boys drop to the ground. She leaned over them again. "Okay, boys. Let's see what you got." She ripped the shirt off of the first boy. She then ripped the shirt off of the second boy. "Hmm, not bad. Too bad it's only for looks." She lightly ran her fingers over their broad muscular chests, knowing that those large muscles didn't have anything near the strength that Randall's did, let alone that hers did.

As the babe caressed his chest, Bill struggled to sit up, only to discover that he couldn't. Looking down, he saw that she was still just caressing him with the fingers of one hand. Looking to his side, he saw that Joe was receiving the same treatment from her other hand. He also saw that Bill wasn't having any more luck getting away from her fingers than he was having.

Straightening up, Kathy unbuttoned her dress the rest of the way and let it slide down her legs to the ground. Stepping out of it, she grabbed the boy on her right, ripped his jeans apart, and brought him up to her body. She held him in her arms, being careful not to crush his hard masculine ribcage against her soft feminine breasts.

When the other boy tried to crawl away, she straddled him with her feet, trapping him against the wall.

Bill couldn't believe what the babe was doing. It had been kind of fun, suckling her breast. Except that he had never imagined that a girl would ever force him to do such a thing.

But now, she had Joe in her arms, with the remains of his jeans down around his knees, and she was doing something to him. With a start, he realized that she was fucking him. Bill threw himself at her leg, trying to knock her down so he could escape. She just continued to stand there, fucking Bill standing up. Trapped between her legs, he had no choice but to stay and watch.

He saw Joe flailing away at her with his fists. But they seemed to have no effect on her.

Then she was letting Joe fall to the ground. She bent over and reached for him. He tried to push her hands away, but they kept coming inexorably towards him. She grabbed his jeans and ripped them apart. Then he felt himself being lifted up. Even as he struggled with all of his strength, he felt his body betraying him, his erection growing. He knew that he was fucked. Both literally and figuratively.

As she held him in her arms, he balled up a fist and swung it at her. He aimed for her ribs but hit her in the breast instead. He saw the large mound bounce with the impact, but she showed no signs of pain.

Then he felt the air being driven out of his lungs as his chest was pressed against her large breasts. He put his hands on her sides and tried to push himself away from her. Yet all of his efforts seemed to make absolutely no difference in her embrace.

He was absolutely helpless in her arms, as she used his body for her pleasure.

Then he smelled her perfume, it reminded him of honey and flowers. Suddenly, he no longer wanted to fight her. His hands moved up her sides to her breasts. The largest, and firmest, breasts he'd ever felt. His hands could barely indent those firm mounds.

Kathy put the second boy down after she was through with him. She was very disappointed. She had hoped that between the two of them, they might have done at least a little something for her. All she had gotten was a very minor orgasm from the second one, after the first one had gotten her primed. Randall would have given her at least two good ones by now. She was now more firmly convinced than ever that Randall was the only man for her. These two together hadn't come close to doing for her what Randall could.

She also realized that what she had just done could quite easily be considered rape. A gang rape. Though she had never thought of a gang rape as one woman raping a pair of men. She did feel a little guilty about having forced herself on them, but then, they had been intending to force themselves on her. "Turnabout's fair play," she thought to herself. "They wanted it, they got it. Just not quite the way they expected to."

Leaving the two nearly unconscious boys gasping for breath, she slipped her dress back on. Then she retrieved her grocery sack and her purse from the shopping cart. Then she went back to them and stood over them, smiling down on them. "Good night, boys. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime soon." She was very pleased to see them cringe at her words.

As Bill watched the blonde walk off, her hips swaying above those long gorgeous legs, he knew that he would never be caught dead in this alley again for as long as he lived.

Kathy had never been to Randall's apartment before. She was struck by the starkness. Total starkness. A couple of clocks and a calendar adorned the walls. That, and nothing else. No posters, no paintings, not even any pinups. The furniture was completely utilitarian. Not that it was uncomfortable, by any means, after all, furniture was supposed to be comfortable.

But that was it. Everything was there because it was functional. Not because it was attractive, or went well with something else.

There wasn't even a couch in front of the TV. Instead, one of the chairs from the kitchen table sat in front of the TV.

Not a single potted plant. Certainly not a birdcage or a fish tank or any other pets.

The bedroom wasn't much different. A bed, a chest of drawers, a nightstand with a lamp and one photograph of her, in a silver frame. Several citations for bravery from the police department --- framed --- hung on the wall over the bed.

She didn't even think that an army barracks would be this barren or spartan. Even a poor student would have had more furnishings and adornments by the end of the first weekend.

But unlike most students' rooms, everything was clean. Completely spotless.

But she wasn't here for sightseeing. They had work to do. After the quick tour, they returned to his kitchen table in order to plan their next operation. "So, you said you've got some clothes for me to try on?", she asked when they had just about wrapped it up.

"Right here." He picked up a large paper bag sitting on the floor under the table and handed it to her. "You can go into the bedroom and change."

She took out the contents of the bag. It wasn't much. A black long-sleeved blouse. A pair of fake-leather shorts. And a black lace bra. "You want me to wear a bra?"

"It's part of the look."

She looked at him dubiously. She had seldom bothered with bras since her changes. "Okay, if you say so." She heard him gasp as she quickly stripped off her clothes right there in front of him. Then she put on the other set.

"So, how do I look?" She pirouetted for him, letting him see her from all sides.

"Beautiful. As always." He walked over to her, put his arms around her, and nuzzled her neck. "Now that you look the part, let's make sure you talk and act like a hooker."

He suddenly felt himself being spun around. The next thing he knew, his back was up against the wall, as she pinned him there with a hand in the middle of his chest. She was glaring at him, her eyes like daggers. "And just how come you know so much about how hookers talk and act? You spend a lot of time with 'em?"

"Hey, I'm a cop. I've dealt with hookers before." He put his hands on her arm and tried to free himself. As usual, her arm didn't budge a single inch.

"Oh, so you have dealt with hookers before. Professionally or personally?"

"Strictly professionally. I swear it, Kathy." As he pushed at her arm again, he saw her draw her hand back a bit, while still keeping him pinned with just her fingertips. Then she curled her hand into a fist, keeping him pinned with just her little finger in the middle of his chest. That didn't ease the pressure on his chest one single bit.

She finally cracked a smile. "Then how do you know how hookers talk and act? They don't behave the same way with cops that they do with their clients."

"Do you? Have you ever done it?"

He felt the pressure on his chest increase. He put both hands on her arm, but he couldn't budge it a single inch. "Kidding," he gasped out. "I was just kidding."

Much to his relief, she eased up on him. Then she smiled that wicked smile of hers. "Then let me show you how I think a hooker won't act with a client." She bent down and got an arm around his legs. He was lifted into the air as she carried him in her arms to his bedroom.

She slammed him down onto his bed and leaned over him. "A hooker won't do this." She grabbed the neck of his tee shirt and pulled, ripping it all the way from the neck to the waist. "And she won't do this." She hooked her pinkies into the waistband of his jeans and pulled, ripping his jeans apart and peeling them down his legs.

"Hey! Those jeans were new," he protested, struggling to sit up.

"Hush!" She put a finger in the middle of his chest and forced him back down to the bed. "That's no way to talk to a hooker." She ripped apart his shorts.

By the time she let him sleep, Randall was quite satisfied that she knew how to behave as a hooker when with a client, if the need ever arose.

Tom Kowalski was not in a very good mood when he went to the bar that night. Things were not going very well for him at work lately, and earlier this week he had received a speeding ticket. And as if that wasn't enough, last night his girlfriend had told him that she was moving out.

He wasn't in a very good mood when he left the bar that night, either. The beers hadn't helped to improve his mood at all.

When he turned the corner, he saw the girl. She was leaning back against a lamppost, her golden hair cascading down to her waist. Her short leather shorts covered almost none of her long shapely legs. Her tight black blouse clung to every curve of her body and didn't quite meet the top of her shorts, leaving her midriff exposed. The neck came down quite low, displaying the deep valley between her breasts. Her blouse was sheer enough that he could see her bra through it. And he liked what he could see in the bra.

As he got closer, she turned her head towards him and gave him a shy smile. With a body like that, he really wouldn't have cared too much what her face looked like, but her face turned out to be just as good as the rest of her.

He had never propositioned a hooker before, but damn, this was one hot babe! And with his girlfriend leaving him, why not?

Yes, why the hell not? He needed something good in his life right about now. And this babe certainly looked good. He stopped in front of her. He put on his best smile.

Oh, great. Just what I don't need right now, a jerk who thinks I'm a real hooker, Kathy thought to herself when the man stopped in front of her, smelling of beer and cigarettes, and propositioned her. "Sorry, not today."

"What're you doing here, babe, if you're not working?"

She looked up and down the street. There was nobody in sight, just Randall's unmarked van a block away. "Well, okay. I guess I've got time for a quickie." Straightening up, she took his hand. "But it's gonna have to be real quick." She led him into the alley.

Once inside the alley, she whirled on him. Taking him in her arms, she brought his body to hers, as she sought out his mouth with hers. Stifling any possible outcry with her kiss, she squeezed him against her soft breasts. Not hard enough to break any ribs, just hard enough to drive all of the air out of his lungs.

Opening her arms, she let his unconscious body slump to the ground. Picking him up in one hand, she carried him over to one of the trash dumpsters in the back. Opening one with her other hand, she threw him in and closed the lid again. "There, you can sleep it off in peace."

Emerging from the alley, she looked around. Good, still nobody around. She took up her station again, leaning back against the lamppost.

Jeff Hilliard and his brother Jason were making a delivery tonight. The usual time, the usual location, the usual buyer. Nothing unusual. They knew the customer, and trusted them. At least, as well as they trusted anybody in this business.

Kathy saw the two men coming in her direction, both carrying briefcases. She waited until the two men were upon her. "You guys want some company tonight?"

Jeff almost jumped out of his skin at the sweet melodic voice. Turning around, he saw the source. A beautiful blonde chick was standing under a lamppost. Hell, she was practically hugging the lamppost, her right leg on the base, her right hand just above her face.

She had on a pair of fake-leather shorts that left most of her long shapely legs bare. Her black blouse didn't quite meet the top of her shorts and was cut quite low down the front to show off the deep cleavage between her ample breasts. And the blouse was sheer enough that he thought that he could see her bra through it. A very well filled bra.

Business before pleasure, though. "Not right now, baby. But if you're still here in half an hour, we'll be back."

"C'mon, guys. It's not going to take you that long to get it up, is it?"

"Later, baby." He crossed the street and continued on into the alley on that side. But he did take a look back. So did the other man with him.

Kathy let them go. She wasn't too terribly interested in anything going on across the street, the deal was supposed to happen in the alley on this side. So those two guys were just random passersby, she thought to herself as she resumed her watch, leaning back against the lamppost.

Soon enough, two other men approached from the other end of the street. These men were also carrying briefcases, like the first pair. But before they got to her they too crossed the street. She watched as they went into the alley. Then she resumed watching for anybody else on this side of the street. But nobody else came.

Something wasn't right. Had the informant been wrong? Was the deal taking place across the street? I wish I could peek into their briefcases like SuperFemme supposedly can. This wasn't the first time she wished that she had received that particular ability from her supposed benefactress. But with what I did receive, I suppose I can't be too ungrateful.

Not being able to see, she tried to hear instead, straining her sensitive ears to hear what was going on in the alley across the street. It took her a while to filter out the other sounds, the traffic on the highway not too far away, the jukeboxes and the televisions in the bars, and all of the other conversations going on. Eventually, she was able to isolate the conversation in the alley.

What she heard stunned her. This was the drug deal they had come here to stop. The informant was wrong after all; the deal was going down on the other side of the street. She quickly crossed the street and entered the alley.

"Hey, guys. You're not having your own party in here without inviting me, are you?"

"What the fuck you doing here, bitch?" That was one of the second pair.

Jeff recognized the voice. He turned around and faced her. "Baby, I told you to wait."

"You know this bitch?" one of the buyers asked.

"Not really. She's just a hooker. We saw her across the street."

"Hey, cool. What do you guys have here?" She started walking towards the partially opened briefcases.

"Stay back, bitch!" Jason jumped in front of her.

"Oh, c'mon, let me see." She reached a hand out towards Jason. Jeff was surprised to see his brother fly across the alley to hit the brick wall on the other side.

She continued walking towards the briefcases. "Cool! Is this stuff what I think it is?"

Even as his brother's unmoving form slumped down to the base of the wall, Jeff was drawing his gun. He saw that the other two men also had their guns drawn. "Okay, baby, that's enough. Stay away from that stuff and reach for the sky."

She turned around to face him. "C'mon, guys. You know you're not supposed to have this stuff. At least not if it's what I think it is."

"None of your business what it is! Now reach for the sky."

She seemed to see the guns for the first time. She held her hands out to her sides. "C'mon, guys. You don't really want to shoot me, do you? At least not with those guns."

"Fuck you, bitch!" That was one of the buyers.

"Exactly," she replied, walking towards him and smiling. "Now why don't you put that gun away and do it? I know you guys have plenty of money. I can give you guys a real good time tonight." She started to reach for his gun.

"Fuck you, bitch!"

Jeff heard the roar of the gun and saw the muzzle flash. Yet the girl was still standing there. How could the idiot have missed at that range?

He fired again. And he missed again. Then the girl had his gun in her hand, before she casually tossed it away over her shoulder. Her other hand reached out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, before tossing him across the alley to land beside Jason.

The other buyer opened fire. She turned towards him. Jeff took careful aim and fired. He was sure that he hit her, he could see the new hole in the right shoulder of her blouse. But she kept advancing toward the other man, who kept firing at her.

Then she reached for his gun hand, pulling him to her by his wrist. Her other hand flashed out, hitting him in the head. Dropping the limp form at her feet, she then turned around to face Jeff.

When she turned around, Jeff could see the holes and tears in her blouse. But they seemed to bother her not at all. Then she started to walk towards him.

Jeff couldn't believe what was happening. Three men had fired at the girl, and he knew that some of the bullets had to have hit her, her clothes were in tatters. She certainly wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest underneath, he could see her bare skin. Not that her sheer blouse could have hidden a flak jacket. Yet she seemed to be unhurt and unfazed. Which was more than he could say for the other three men, they were all dead or unconscious.

He squeezed the trigger again. The recoil kicked the gun back in his hand. At the same time, he saw her right breast bounce. Shit! Was that all his bullets were doing to her? Making her breasts jiggle?

She continued walking towards him. He continued squeezing the trigger until the hammer clicked on an empty cylinder. Then she reached for his gun. He held on as tightly as he could with both hands, but she seemed to have no trouble twisting it out of his grasp using only one hand. She tossed the gun away over her shoulder. But before she did, he thought that he saw her squeeze and crush the gun first.

Then he saw nothing else as something hit the side of his head.

Four down, none to go, Kathy thought to herself. She quickly checked all four bodies to make sure that they were still alive, relieving the first man of his unused gun.

Seeing the trash dumpster, she carried the four bodies over to it and dropped them in. She took the three crushed guns and got rid of them in another dumpster. She was about to go out to find Randall, when she realized that her blouse was a total mess. She tried to rearrange it to cover herself.

Randall saw Kathy crossing the street and then going into the other alley. He wasn't sure what she was doing, but since he hadn't seen anybody on this side of the street, he wasn't too concerned. Thus, he was more than a little surprised when he heard the gunfire coming from the alley.

Leaping out of the van, he ran down the street. He turned into the alley. He found Kathy, standing against the wall. Her blouse was in tatters, one creamy shoulder completely exposed above an equally creamy breast, the remains of her bra barely covering her nipple.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. There were only four of 'em, and I took care of one before the shooting started." She rubbed off the lead smudges, being careful not to further damage her tattered blouse or her ripped bra. "Look at this. This blouse is ruined." She grinned up at him. "I think it's completely shot."

Randall suppressed a groan. "If you're okay, what about them? You said four men?" He would have had trouble with four men, especially with four armed men. Yet she was acting like it had been nothing, even making jokes about it.

"They're right in there." She pointed to one of the trash dumpsters that lined the back of the alley.

He went over, lifted the lid, and looked in. Reaching in, he pulled one man out and handed him to Kathy, who laid him down on the ground. One by one, he pulled them all out as she laid them down.

Leaving Kathy on guard, he went back to the van, to drive it into the alley. Getting some handcuffs out, he quickly cuffed all four of the prisoners. Then he radioed in.

"Okay, they'll be here in a couple of minutes," he told her.

"Wait. Let me get that drunk out of there." She dashed across the street. He followed her. He saw her open a dumpster and reach in. She came back out with a limp form in her hand, which she set down on the ground next to the dumpster.

He went up to it. "Who is he? Is he dead?" He reached down and felt for a pulse. He was relieved to find it.

"He's just some drunk who propositioned me. I had to put him to sleep. I don't think he had anything to do with the drug deal. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

They had just crossed back across the street when the first of the black-and-whites showed up. As Kathy stayed in the van to hide her damaged clothes, Randall turned his prisoners over to the patrolmen.

As soon as they had returned to his apartment, she turned to him. "So, now that you've brought a hooker home, what are you gonna do with her?"

"Uh, that depends. What's the hooker gonna do with me?"

"Absolutely nothing. You're the client, I'm the hooker." She melted into his arms and let him carry her to the bed, for a change.

What she did that night did not qualify as 'absolutely nothing'. Not by a long shot.

Nor was it what a hooker would have done. For there wasn't a hooker in the state who could have done some of the things that she did that night. The kinds of things that money just can't buy.

"Won't you come in for a nightcap, Randy?" she asked him as she unlocked her door.

Randall had just walked her home after a date. He knew from previous experience that her offer of a nightcap had absolutely nothing to do with a drink. He also knew that when she called him 'Randy' instead of his preferred 'Randall', she was warning him that she wanted to get rough with him that night, overpowering him with her amazing strength and having her way with him.

Not that she didn't overpower him when she wasn't being so rough. Gentle sex with her was still far rougher and far more physical than any sex he had ever had with any other girl before. But when she got rough with him...

Rough really wasn't the right word, though. He knew that she was still holding back the major portion of her amazing strength, still being careful not to hurt him.

She was telling him that she wanted to be not-so-gentle with him tonight. "Of course, Kathy," he grinned at her as he followed her inside.

As soon as she had closed the door behind him, he swung his right arm at her. She merely smiled as his big fist smacked into her left breast, making it bounce a little. He followed with a left uppercut to the underside of her right breast, making that one bounce, almost knocking it out of the deeply dished front of her dress. Kathy liked having 'Randy' fight back, using all of his superhuman strength against her softest flesh.

"Oh, no. You're not going to ruin this dress." She waded into him and wrapped an arm around his waist. He felt himself being lifted up into the air as she slung him over her shoulder. He found his head upside down behind her back as she started walking towards her bedroom. He grabbed onto her legs and tried to trip her. There was absolutely no change in her gait. He pounded her Buns of Steel with his fists. That had no more effect than his earlier blows against her breasts had.

He almost had the breath driven out of him when she slammed him down onto the bed. She pinned him down helplessly to the bed as she undressed him. Then she quickly slipped out of her own clothes.

He sat up when she released him. Then she pulled him back up to his feet. She stood facing him with her legs spread slightly apart and her hands on her hips. "Okay, now, Randy. Let's see how good a boxer you are."

Randall had briefly tried boxing while in his teens. He had been good at. Too good. Even though he always held back some of his superhuman strength, he had almost killed an opponent in the ring. He had hung up his gloves after that.

But 'boxing' against Kathy was something else entirely. He pounded away at her large feminine mounds with all of his superhuman strength. She merely smiled at him as his hardest blows only made her breasts bounce.

Then she started walking slowly towards him. Continuing to pound away at her breasts, he backed up until the backs of his legs hit the side of the bed. She continued to walk towards him until she was right in front of him, her bouncing breasts almost touching his chest. Her smile widened.

He prepared himself for what he knew was coming. But he was powerless to stop her as she swung her chest. His breath was almost driven out of him again as her breasts hit his chest, knocking him back down onto the bed.

He almost had the breath driven out of him yet again when she leaped onto him, her large firm breasts pressing almost painfully against his chest. Her lips quickly found his, kissing him deeply, her powerful lungs threatening to empty his lungs completely.

He used all of his superhuman strength to try to push her off of him. But he discovered that, as usual, she was using her stay-put power to keep herself right where she was. She wasn't crushing him; her power didn't increase her weight. It merely allowed her to stay right where she was so that he couldn't move her. He didn't think that a construction crane could move her if she didn't want it to.

Then she moved up on his body, smothering his face in the deep valley between her breasts. He hammered her sides with his fists.

She put her hands on the bed on either side of his head and raised her body up. She swung her chest from side to side, turning his head from side to side as she hit him with her breasts. He brought his arms up to protect his head, but she effortlessly knocked them away with her breasts. He knew that she wasn't being rough with him, and that she had softened her body as much as she could, but her not-so-gentle blows were still harder than anything he had encountered while boxing.

Inside the combination office/bedroom was a young raven-haired girl. She stood up from her desk as the three men entered. She was dressed in a white lace see-through top with flowers which did nothing to cover her beautiful body, and a short yellow skirt which left all of her long shapely legs exposed. "Why don't you boys get out of those ridiculous clothes?" she said. Her voice was sweet and melodic.

The men quickly stripped off their business suits, lining up before her in their black trunks. They appeared to be more at ease now that they were almost completely undressed, wearing only their uniforms.

"So, you boys did well." She walked in front of them, lightly stroking their muscular chests with her fingers.

The three men stood rigidly at attention, their arms at their sides. They knew better than to touch the girl without her permission. It was not simply a matter of her higher rank. Even though each of the men had the well-chiseled physique of a bodybuilder, and had four or five times the strength of the natives of this planet, they knew that the model-slim girl they towered over had more than a hundred times their combined strength.

Then she turned and started to walk towards the large bed on the other side of the room. "I think you boys have earned your reward. Come over here."

Unlike most Alphas, Veren had always believed in taking care of her people, very good care, especially of the men who served under her. And that was exactly where they often served her. It was most certainly not the way Beta men usually served Alpha women.

It helped to ensure their loyalty and obedience. Her men knew that if they served her well, they would be well rewarded. It didn't matter to her whether they were Alphas or they were mere Betas. If they carried out their duties properly, they were rewarded.

As a result, she never had a single man refuse to obey an order of hers, no matter how dangerous or how distasteful. She was proud of that record, none of the other squad leaders in her battalion could make that claim.

She was actually prouder of that record than she was of her other record. The record of never having lost any of her squad members in combat. On more than one occasion, she had risked her own life to bring back wounded men.

These two records served to make her men fiercely loyal to her. Several times, men have almost come to blows over the honor of serving in her squad.

Of course, she did have an advantage over most of her fellow squad leaders. Male Alphas were unable to use her techniques with the men under their command. At least one of them, the most important one.

She knew that some of the other Alphas called her a Beta-lover behind her back. One had called her that to her face. Once. He did not call her that again, after he got out of the infirmary.

In fact, she enjoyed being with the Betas, even if they only seldom managed to satisfy her completely. She enjoyed feeling their delightfully soft gentle caresses, so different from being with other Alphas.

The native clothes she was wearing today was a part of the game, she knew that the Betas with their feeble strength could never get her Alpha uniform off of her body. As she lay down on the bed and let them undress her, she turned her head and focused her Tachyon vision through the wood wall. She saw Bedek sitting in the other room, watching her with his own Tachyon vision. Well, let him watch. She'd spent most of the day with him already. The rest would do him some good.

She remembered to be very careful to be very gentle with the three big men. Even though the Betas wouldn't be able to fully satisfy her, they still would make for a very delightful appetizer. At least if they tried hard.

Shortly before dawn, after many hours of what to her was not much more than foreplay, Veren got up from the bed. Leaving the three exhausted men sleeping, she went out into the other room, not bothering to dress. Bedek rose from his chair and took her into his arms, leading her into his room.

The three Betas continued to sleep even when the entire cabin began to shake with the force and the power of the two Alphas' passionate lovemaking.

The two of them were still at it when the sun came up the next morning.

"Wait for me here. I'll be right back," he told her.

Randall had brought Kathy with him to the marina. The department had received a tip that a drug deal was going to be going down that day, as somebody was going to be bringing the stuff in on a boat. He really didn't expect much trouble on this case --- they'd just nab the boat when it came in. Still, after working with her a couple of times, he'd feel much better having her around and not needing her help than the other way around.

Leaving her on the pier, he went to the Harbormaster's office to make the final arrangements. When he returned, he found her right where he had left her. She had put her hair up in a bun. She had taken off her outer clothes and was now dressed only in a yellow one-piece swimsuit that he hadn't seen before, one that left most of her front exposed.

Of course, any swimsuit that he'd ever seen on her left most of her gorgeous body exposed. But this new one was something else entirely. The front was just about nonexistent, cut almost all the way down to her crotch.

He just stood there and stared at her. God, she's beautiful, he kept thinking to himself. That wasn't a new thought by any means, he thought that every time he saw her.

They boarded a small yacht that would serve as their cover. "Okay, our people are in position. We've got their shore contacts staked out. We've got everybody else cleared off of the pier. Now we just have to wait for them to dock. There's a police boat out there to cut off their retreat."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, they saw the target boat coming in past the breakwater. It slowed down as it approached the dock.

Suddenly, there was a shout from one of the other boats tied up on the pier. A man stood up and waved, signaling the incoming speedboat.

The speedboat immediately turned and gunned its engine, heading back out.

"Damn!" Randall muttered under his breath. "He must have spotted us." He spoke into his radio, giving the orders to capture the receiving end of the deal, including the man who had signaled the speedboat.

When he put the radio down, Kathy was no longer beside him. Looking around, he saw her run to the end of the pier, her hair falling out of her bun as she went, her legs pumping much faster than his could. And beyond the end of the pier. He saw her powerful legs propel her out over the water in a flat dive, her long golden hair streaming behind her almost like the cape on a comic book superheroine. She went into the water more than a hundred feet from the end of the pier.

He saw the water frothing in her wake as she swam after the speedboat. Unbelievably, she seemed to be gaining on it, the speedboat's powerful engine apparently no match for her even more powerful arms and legs. Then he lost sight of her as her wake was swallowed up in the larger wake of the speedboat.

Kathy saw that she was gaining on the boat. Coming alongside, she reached up and grabbed the gunwale with one hand. She pulled herself up, vaulting on board, her knees barely flexing to absorb the impact as the boat rocked from side to side.

She saw that there were three men on board. One was piloting; the other two were looking at her in amazement.

They didn't stay amazed for too long, as they both whipped out their guns and opened fire on her just as she started to walk towards them. She managed to brace herself just in time to avoid being knocked over and into the water. She stopped and watched in amusement as the bullets bounced off of her body. One of them actually hit both breasts, hitting the inside of her left one and ricocheting into her right, before sliding down the deep valley between them to fall at her feet.

When they both had emptied their clips, she resumed walking towards them. One of them leaped at her. Turning to the side, she caught him with an arm around his waist. Tucking him under her arm, she walked towards the other one.

This one wasn't as brave as his partner was. He didn't want to have anything to do with a girl who could bounce bullets off of her beautiful chest. Seeing his partner tucked helplessly under her arm, he turned and leaped overboard.

Kathy saw him leap over the side. She lunged after him, and just managed to grasp his ankle with her outstretched hand. Flexing her legs to generate her stay-put power, she hung over the side, with a man under one arm and another one dangling from the other, his head just inches above the water.

In making the catch, she didn't have the time to be gentle. She felt the CRUNCH as the bones in his ankle shattered in her vise-like grip.

She carefully leaned back, bringing herself and her two captives back on board. The one in her hand was screaming from the pain of his broken ankle. The one under her arm was flailing away at her, pounding on her back with his fists.

Holding the ankle high over her head to keep his head from banging into anything, she tightened her other arm slightly. She relaxed it when she felt him going limp, dropping the unconscious man onto the deck. She rapped the hanging man lightly on the side of his head with a knee, knocking him out. She then laid him down on the deck, atop the other one.

She then looked around. The pilot was staring at her, one hand on the wheel as his other hand fumbled at his waist. Just as he pulled his gun out, she reached out with her right hand. She easily twisted the gun out of his grasp. Holding it in front of his face, she closed her hand, crushing the gun as the hardened gunmetal proved to be no match for her muscles. Then with a flick of her wrist, she casually tossed it over her shoulder into the water.

Another flick of her wrist caught him in the side of his head with two knuckles. He went staggering back to join his two comrades. He was unconscious before he hit the deck.

She quickly grabbed the wheel, keeping the boat on its course. Figuring out the controls, she eased back on the throttle, slowing it down.

Randall continued to watch as the speedboat went out towards the opening in the breakwater marking the edge of the harbor. He could see the little police boat pursuing it, but he knew that once they reached the open water the police boat could never hope to catch the much faster speedboat. Then, just past the breakwater, he saw the speedboat slow down and go into a wide turn.

The police boat caught up to the speedboat. He could tell that there was some sort of a conversation going on out there, but they were too far away for him to hear anything. Then he saw the speedboat following the police boat as they moved in the direction of the police pier.

He headed up the pier he was on, to get to the police pier as quickly as he could.

When Randall got to the police pier he saw Kathy sitting on a piling at the edge of the pier, drying herself off. Her legs were still glistening from the water.

As he approached the speedboat, he saw three bound men on it. The policemen on duty here were taking the dazed men off of the speedboat. One of them had to be taken off on a stretcher; a paramedic was already working on his ankle. The men seemed somewhat reluctant to walk by her, eyeing her warily as they were herded past to the waiting police cars. In fact, they cringed and jumped back into the arms of the arresting officers when she stood up to join him.

After the prisoners were taken away and the drugs confiscated, he and Kathy walked down the pier towards his car, hand in hand. "Did you really do what I thought you did? You actually swam after that speedboat and caught it?"

She shrugged her shoulders. That was definitely an interesting sight in that swimsuit she had on. "It really wasn't going that fast."

"Not going that fast? It was outrunning the police boat."

She grinned at him. "Well, that was going even slower then, wasn't it?"

"But how did you know you could catch it? How fast can you swim?"

"I've never timed myself, but I did a little swimming in a lake back home last summer. When I saw that boat take off, I thought I could catch it."

"You are really incredible, you know that?"

She let him put his arm around her, and then leaned into his embrace. "Mmm, will you tell me again after you take me home?"

He took her home. He told her again how incredible she was. And again. For several hours, until he was too exhausted to continue. Not that he was too shabby, himself.

Randall was on the bottom again this Friday night. Or rather, Randy was on the bottom, as Kathy, in her not-so-gentle fashion, was having her way with him. She'd been at him for several hours already tonight, and she still wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. But then, she never had.

He felt another climax building. He had lost count of how many times he had already climaxed tonight. As it hit, he felt her body shaking with her own climax, shaking him and the bed along with her.

As he lay panting, she rolled off of him and lay down next to him. "Please," he managed to gasp out, "Katherine, can we stop now? I'm completely exhausted."

Kathy heard Randall call her by her full name. That was one of their prearranged signals. He could ask her to stop, fight back with all of his superhuman strength, and beg her for mercy, but as long as he called her 'Kathy', they were still playing. But as soon as he asked 'Katherine' to stop, she knew that he had reached his limit.

She turned onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow. She ran her fingers lightly over his heaving chest. Very lightly, no harder than an ordinary girl would have done. "You were fantastic, Randy. I don't think you've ever lasted this long before."

"You weren't half bad yourself, Kathy," he gasped out.

"Kathy, or Katherine?" she asked. She increased the pressure with her fingers slightly, making him wince.

"Katherine!" he gasped out. "You were fantastic, Katherine. And Kathy wasn't too bad either."

"Thank you, Randall." She slid an arm under his shoulders and held him as he fell into exhausted slumber. She then tucked him in, pulling the covers up over the both of them. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and let him sleep in peace.

He had earned his rest, after a hard night's work. Much harder than any week of mere police work.

Randall was feeling nervous tonight, quite nervous. No, he was very nervous. No, he was beyond nervousness. He was scared, downright scared. He was scared completely shitless.

He wasn't this scared when he stared down those two armed bank robbers, before he eventually convinced them to surrender. He hadn't been this scared when those thugs trapped him in the Palomar mansion during that kidnapping case, knowing that Kathy was around somewhere in the vicinity.

This time, despite the fact that Kathy was in the passenger seat just to his right, he was still scared. In fact, it was because of Kathy that he was so scared.

He didn't think that he'd ever been this scared in his entire life. Maybe, just maybe, he was this scared the first time he met his new foster parents, twenty years ago.

And today would have just as big an impact on the rest of his life. At least it would, if things went well. And if they didn't? I may as well kill myself then. There'd be nothing else to live for.

He had played the scene over and over in his mind, rehearsing for the moment, preparing for all eventualities. But it still scared him shitless.

This morning, he had attended Kathy's commencement at the state university. Now, he was driving her to a celebration dinner. He had reserved a table for two at the same restaurant that he had taken her to on their first date. Next week, she would be flying home to her family for most of the summer, before returning to begin her new full-time job as a reporter for the Chronicle. But he had something to do before she went away.

As he drove, he felt the reassuring bulge in his pants.

When they arrived, the table was ready. He pulled out her chair, and pushed it back in as she sat down. Then, instead of walking around to his own chair, he dropped to his knees at her feet. At the same time he pulled something out of his pocket.

Kathy saw Randall drop to his knees at her feet. "Randall! What are you doing? People are staring at you. At us." Which they were doing, while whispering amongst themselves and pointing.

Realization slowly crept into her mind as he opened a little box and showed her the contents. Even in the dim light of the restaurant, it shone and glittered. She felt her heart skip a beat as she brought her hands to her mouth.

Still on his knees, Randall looked up at her as he offered her the ring. "Kathy Norris, will you marry me?"

A hush fell over the restaurant. The waiters stopped where they were, and looked in her direction. Even the baby who had been wailing on the far side of the room fell silent, as if it too knew what was going on.

She could hear the pounding of her heart. She could hear the pounding of Randall's heart. She could hear the hearts of every person in the restaurant.

She was struck speechless. Which was probably a good thing, as she wouldn't have been able to get a single word out, she was too busy trying to stuff her fists into her mouth.

Finally, she regained some of her composure. Enough to take her fists out of her mouth, at least. It took her several more seconds before she regained the power of speech. "I... I don't know what to say."

"Say 'Yes', Kathy."

"Yes. YES! YES! Randall Johnston, I will marry you." She offered him her left hand.

He took the ring out of the velvet-lined box and slid it onto her finger. He stood up, smiling. She stood up with him, and threw her arms around him, as his arms went around her. Mindful of the other patrons, she resisted the urge to spin him around. She stood still as she held him and kissed him. A long deep kiss.

They barely heard the other patrons applauding and cheering.