<strong>Taylor leaving Denny's.</strong><br/><br/>(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/VR%20cops/bon1591.jpg)<br/><br/>She's often wondered what life would be like if there weren't a SPECTRE around to hunt supers.  Where would she be right now? Off at college? In a diner as a waitress?  Perhaps she'd have a real job and being paying for dinner with her own money.  In reality she thinks she'd be in a similar position.  Living off of someone else's dime and probably just below some superheroine's radar.  Maybe she'd even get to beat one up, or maybe she'd<i>be</i>one.  Wearing some gaudy little outfit full of spandex and looking for badguys to beat up.<br/><br/>She can see that being a possibility too.  A soft smirk plays across her lips as the brunette finishes her meal and gets up from her seat.  She's found that the hardest thing about her ability is to find something that's sitting still.  Like in the case right now, a credit card is hardly ever<i>not</i>in motion when someone steps up to a cashier.  There's the movement from the wallet, then to the hand, then it's swiped through a reader, and put back into a wallet, then the wallet is moving right back to a pocket.  Normally it doesn't sit still after that, normally a patron of said restaurant is leaving, and therefore moving.<br/><br/>It's actually easier to grab a card<i>before</i>they get to the cashier.  Sometimes it takes duplicating a whole wallet from some guy's back pocket, removing the card, then doing it again so that she only has the card and the wallet disappears.  Lots of people have cards that look similar, very few have wallets that look the exact same.  Sometimes it takes a few tries, sometimes she gets lucky.  Tonight has been one of those night that it's taking a few tries.  The first guy didn't have a card, the next had so many scratches over it, that it probably wouldn't swipe.<br/><br/>So now she's in line without a definite way to pay.  A gun and clip in her purse, and not much else.  She lucks out though.  A guy takes out his wallet and she spies both a debit and a credit card.  He takes out the latter, while setting his wallet on the counter.  Just for a moment while he signs the ticket, but it's enough.  He is smart enough to hide the digits on the cart, but that doesn't matter.  The debit card appears in her leather jacket pocket.  Whew.<br/><br/>She gets to the cashier, swipes it, and then asks to run it as credit.  Under ten bucks and they never even ask to see her license.  That's why she comes here, they don't<i>check</i>.  Some places do, and it's hard to weasel out of how she has someone else's card.  Normally it falls on that she accidentally swiped her mom or dad's card, then apologizes and puts something back.  In the case of food, she's been lucky enough for it never having come to that.  After she pays she puts the card back in her pocket, walks out then spies two guys in the parking lot.   She discreetly tosses the card into the bushes and then keeps walking, right towards the back of the building.<br/><br/>She's sure to put her hips into full swing, letting a few more sinister looking characters catch sight of her<i>tight</i>leather pants.  She unzips the jacket to reveal a spaghetti strap, skin-tight black tank top then moves to go around back.  There's a pass through alley back there that's dangerous as hell.  That's another reason she likes this place, it's a good place to go to blow off some steam.  Her heels click across the pavement as she looks one way, furrows her brows then looks another way.  She turns down the alley, and three men follow in after her.<br/><br/>Suckers.<br/><br/>She waits for them.  Just keeps on walking and then feels a large hand grab her even bigger butt cheek. As his other arm moves around her body to grab her around the neck she slips out of his hand, and ducks low, making him miss.  She rolls forward, gets up and kicks him right in the nuts.  He screams like a little girl. "Pervert." She grins, liking this way too much, another round house and he's on the ground.  The other two rush her calling her really nice things, like "bitch" and "whore".  She kind of wonders when those cops will show up, or if they'd managed to get in their car and not hear a damn thing.  Either way she's going to take care of it.  Her fist rockets into one thug's stomach while she throws her leg out hard enough to bend his knee backwards as her foot connects.  The crunch of his ligaments tearing, and his bones cracking is nearly as loud as the man's scream.<br/><br/>The third and "last" man manages to grab her breast and squeezes it<i>hard</i>.  "AUUUGH!" It's her turn to scream.  He pulls her close and licks an alcohol tainted tongue up the side of her cheek while pawing at her ass with the other hand.  She could feel him getting hard even through his pants as he drives his cock into her thigh.  Then her elbow meets his jaw and he nearly bites his tongue off.  She turns and drives her knee up into his crotch. A solid liver punch followed by a hook to his floating ribs and he's nearly down.  She then takes out her glock and pistol whips him.  "Bastard." She sneers.<br/><br/>Never seeing the fourth man until his fist slams up between her thighs, the rush of hair passing by her lips gives her notice of her lungs emptying of the precious element.  She drops to her knees as the man behind her grabs her gun.  He then checks it, no bullets, not that it matters as he yanks on her ponytail, opening her mouth.  And just as she sucks in a breath, he drives his cock right down her--<br/><br/>Fantasy.<br/><br/>She snaps out of it.  Blinking and looking behind her instinctively.  Fights<i>always</i>get her hot and bothered, fantasizing about one of these thugs getting the upper hand is probably a little bit crazy.  She knows that, still it doesn't stop it from happening.  And it doesn't stop it from being a<i>fantasy</i>.  She shakes her head once, then again looking around, then down at the gun in her hand.  She adjusts her girls in her tight tank top, then nudges each of the guys with a boot.  Oookay, everyone is out, there's no fourth guy about to nail her between the legs and shove his dick down her throat.  It was just a fantasy...