A Game of Superheroes (Darkstryke's Heists)
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				Title: <strong>A Game of Superheroes (Darkstryke's Heists)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 17:01:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/Darkstryke.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Darkstryke smiled as she slipped further into the jewelry store, the low heels of her black knee high boots sinking slightly into plush carpet. Sneaking in was easy when you didn’t even need to break anything to get in. She could just step from shadow to shadow with little more than a whisper of movement. Only some of the lights were on, mainly in the display cases, which only helped stretched the shadows and made it easier for her to move quickly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“There you are, sugar,” she said to herself, spotting the one case that held the biggest diamond the store had to offer. It was a big honker; a full fifteen carats set in a silver necklace.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She squatted down a little, reaching beneath the case and into the shadows. It was tricky, since the inside of the case was brightly lit, but she focused hard, and soon, her hand wormed through a tiny shadow in the corner. It looked a little odd, her rich, chocolate hand simply appearing from nowhere, unattached to anything as it closed around the big rock, then pulled it through.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a click behind her, and she froze when she heard the voice. “Alright missy, put the diamond down and turn around.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Darkstryke thought for a minute, then smiled and only obeyed half of the order. She turned around casually, the diamond still in her fist and saw who just decided to interrupt her little heist. It was a guard, which was odd for a store this size. There wasn’t much to patrol, and he had to have been there the whole time; there wasn’t time for her to have tripped the silent alarm.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled at him, white teeth flashing from between thick, cherry painted lips. “Well hey there, sugar,” she said sweetly. “Been spying on me the whole time?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes, as a matter of fact,” the guard replied tightly, trying to sound tough, but the look of his eyes running up and down her body was obvious.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still, she had to give him credit for keeping up the act so far in the presence of a masked &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/Mask.jpg)ebony woman. What little she wore consisted mostly of what looked like black leather strips. It was supposed to be a cheeky style bottom, but her wide chocolate ass turned it into a thong. Her tits were barely covered, and were more large brown orbs that strained within their bindings, pushed proudly up and out. If it wasn’t for the dual sais that hung from her belt along with a few other blades and tools, she’d look like a stripper…but that was her day job.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Like what you see, handsome?” she purred teasingly, running the hand with the diamond down the curve of her breast. Another one dangle from a navel piercing, except she had stolen that one a month earlier.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hey!” the guard said, looking a little uneasy. “Keep your hands up!”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She complied once again, but still smiled luridly, making it a point to keep her back arched as she raised her hands up to head height, giving him a nice show of her bulging breasts. “Whatever you say, handsome.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tease wasn’t all that necessary, but she had fun doing it. It was one thing when it was at the club, spinning on the pole, but here, it was actually dangerous and exhilarating.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;However, this little man really wasn’t all that good looking, and the fun quickly wore thin. He ordered her to drop the diamond, but she only smiled back, and instead hefted herself onto the display case and crossed her powerful legs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a wink, she leaned back, dipping her hand into the shadows, and her fist suddenly popped out behind his head, punching him squarely in the back of the skull. It took him by surprise, and he stumbled forward right into her. Darkstryke was waiting for him, spreading her legs wide and caught him in a tight chokehold between her thighs. At the same time, she plucked the gun from his hand and tossed it aside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Just sit still, sugar,” she chuckled as the guard tried to pull her thighs apart, but they may as well have been a steel vice. “Time for you to go to sleep.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eventually, her turned blue, then purple, then passed out, and she spread her legs, letting him fall to the ground with a thud. She chuckled, then hopped the counter, disappearing through the shadows to the ally outside with a wisp of movement as she began to head back towards her apartment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game of Superheroes (Darkstryke's Heists)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 10:01:13</strong>
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				Tyler made his way out of the massive steel elevator, into the marble clad lobby that made up the huge Hunter Corps. main lobby. Jim was already awaiting Truth’s arrival with a folder full of photographs and police reports. By now, this was nothing new to Tyler, Jim and Mr. Hunter had been feeding him leads on up and coming criminals for months now.<br><br>“Who the fuck is she?” Tyler asked flippantly, selecting one of the more racy photographs to observe. “And why should I give a shit?”<br><br>“She is the newest criminal to display super-human abilities- and aside from the obvious, you should give a shit because the police have been unable to identify or apprehend her.” Jim replied, already impatient with the familiar round-about of selecting a target for young Tyler. “Rumors have been spreading, that this criminal works the day shifts as an exotic dancer. Though no club has been identified, the rumors about her alter-ego persist. In order to follow the evidence, we’ll need someone on the inside to observe and report the comings and goings of the exotic dancer community-”<br><br>“Wait!-” Tyler interrupted, suddenly very interested in the project. “You’re asking me to spend my days in strip clubs? To follow the strippers around and see what they do when they’re not getting naked for cash?”<br><br>“In essence, yes. We need you to delve into the seedy world of exotic-”<br><br>“I’ll do it!” Tyler shouted before Jim Crowe had finished. “Bring on the hot, naked bitches!”<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>It was the middle of the afternoon on a Monday and Tyler was still at work, caressing the asses of strangers and drinking hard liquor far beyond the limit of excess.&nbsp; By now, he had transitioned to expensive bottles of champagne, buying private dances from any girl who looked even remotely like the profile he had been selected to investigate.<br><br>“Hey!” Tyler shouted after the black girl who seemed to be averting her eyes. “Yo! What’s your name, boo? I’m lookin’ for a private dance. Do you like cash, money?”<br><br>Tyler smiled wide, as she looked back at him. He held up his massive roll of hundred dollar bills to her view.<br><br>“I’m really lonely. Won’t you show me a good time, in this- my time of need?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game of Superheroes (Darkstryke's Heists)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 01:45:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Darkstryke3.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jazmine had the floor tonight, but she’d be taking one of the pole stages later. It was a good time to work up tips at Silk Erotic. The club was one of the better ones in the city, with three stages, VIP backrooms, and a hell of a big bar. It was a popular place too, and she could get some serious cash in a very short time, more than enough to cover rent with enough to spare for some shopping. Even during the middle of the day, the club was dark and packed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tonight, she was going with the whole ‘jungle girl’ theme and wearing a leopard print string-bikini, her hair curled and hanging loose. The bottom was a little more than a bit of floss, the only leopard print really visible on the crotch, and the top was barely wide enough to cover her areolas. It had already come off for a few private dances earlier, so it wasn’t like it exactly mattered much. The material was a velvety mimic of actual fur. Another diamond piercing hung from her naval, not quite as large as the one from last night, but had a chain studded with a smaller diamonds.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of the patrons caught her eye and called over to her, waving a thick stack of bills, and he was a pretty good looking black guy. She smiled back brightly, then made her way over to him, having to ignore other patrons who wanted a go too.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hey daddy,” she said sweetly, giving him an enticing wiggle as she slung her arms around his waist. “Got your eyes set on a little Jazmine tonight?” She looked hungrily down at the cash in his hand, even though she had what had to be millions worth of jewelry stashed in her apartment. “Question is, how much privacy do you want? We can go a little out of the way for some, to a nice dark corner for more, or one of the back rooms for a lot more…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game of Superheroes (Darkstryke's Heists)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 09:25:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.exposay.com/celebrity-photos/terrell-owens-celebrities-departing-guys-0dth0G.jpg)</div>When Jazmine sat on Tyler’s lap, his eyes rolled back behind his sunglasses. He saw the stack of bills, being counted, the hands were slender, not his. As he returned slowly to reality, it seemed quite obvious that the hands were Jazmine’s. If this girl was destined to part with his entire signing bonus, he damn sure hoped that it was because she was the thief he was looking for.<br><br>“Damn, baby. Ain’t you lookin’ sweeter than warm, chocolate, maple syrup? You even smell sweeter too.” Ty answered, his face descending between her bounteous breasts. “Mmm, I’m gonna need some extra special time with a bitch as bad as you.”<br><br>Tyler used his stack of bills to spank Jazmine’s ass while she presented him with options. It was in this moment that he looked down from between her breasts. He saw the diamond studded naval piercing dangling down. Tyler’s own penchant for expensive things made him an authority in authenticity, he could spot a CZ or cut-glass piece from a mile away. From this vantage it was easy to see that these were real diamonds, the sparkle was breathtaking and the clarity fabulous, rivaling even the immaculate 4 karat square-cut hanging from his left ear.<br><br>Tyler slid the backs of his fingertips up Jazmine’s exposed stomach, gently grasping the string of diamonds between his fingers.<br><br>“Nah, baby. I’m gonna need more privacy than any of that. I can’t motorboat your ass in any of those places. And an ass this fine, it’s gonna need hours to service it right. Why don’t you go ahead and tell Daddy how much you need to tip-out and come back to my place?”<br><br>Tyler smelled blood as he lifted his face to look up through his tinted glasses, but instead of Jazmine's face he just saw a splatter pattern against a wall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game of Superheroes (Darkstryke's Heists)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 19:36:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jazmine gave him a quirky sort of pout with her lips, then wagged her finger. She would have tsked, if it wasn’t for the throbbing beat of the club’s music. “Sorry daddy, I don’t like to get that personal.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle herself. Even if she didn’t have her ability to step through shadows, she took enough martial arts classes to know more than simply go for the balls. Guys like him had tried to bring her someplace more private before. Most of them were just creeps flashing a wad of cash, and she was sure she could handle herself if they turned out to be more, but she would just as soon save herself the trouble. Dancing was a steady job, and getting in trouble with the manager was a surefire way to get canned.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She toyed with the straps of her top, using it to make her tits bounce a little bit, and continued to smile teasingly while he toyed with her navel piercing. “Like I said, we can get nice and cozy in a private room, just you and me. For a little extra tip, I might let you have a feel of something…”
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