Hilary Ashworth is one of the richest women in the world, twenty-seven, and beautiful. In a word, she has everything anyone could want. What she wants is to leave her high-stress Wall Street job for a month long Hawaiian retreat, but then she took on passengers onto her private jet — a notorious rap mogul and his "Rude Crew." The rapper just needed a ride to LA, but what they all got was a wild, wicked game of Super Heroine in Peril role-playing. What happens when the sexy billionairess puts on a skimpy Wondrous Woman costume and challenges the rappers? Did she really think she could handle so many alpha males at once?
Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit sex between consenting adults, bondage, multiple partners, role playing, and extreme sex acts.
This short story is one-handed reading at its finest.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Excerpt:
When the nose lifted and they became airborne, Hilary was pushed to her back upon the bed. A wicked smile spread across her face. She kicked off her pumps, and struggled to sit up. First she put on the boots, then she shed the designer suit.
"I'm probably going to regret this," she whispered, and slid the blue, star-spangled thong bottoms of the sexed up version of her Wondrous Woman costume up her long legs. The tight, red corset top, with shiny gold trim and decorations, was much harder to put on, but she finally got it zipped up in back. After adjusting her breasts so they were displayed to the sexiest max, she put on the wide bracelets and golden "power" belt. Her golden, magic lasso hung off the belt. Finally, she put on the golden tiara, with the iconic red ruby front and center, and looked herself over. "I'm dressed to thrill."
After putting on her brightest red lipstick, she called the cockpit. Hilary advised them to stay in their area and do not disturb her or her guest for any reason short of an emergency.
Hilary hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. She took a deep, steadying breath. Her super heroine capture sexplay with Curtis was always very intense, so she could only imagine what it would be like with eight men and two women. Her skin was already prickling with sweat. Hilary's belly quivered, all hot, mushy, and fluttery.
Snatching the door open, before she could change her mind, Hilary stepped out into the cabin as Wondrous Woman. She felt energized and alive, and so damned sexy as they just gawked at her. Strutting to the middle of the cabin, she gave them her most fierce look, all full of disapproval and righteous contempt.
"Know fear, evildoers," she declared. "Wondrous Woman is here."
"Oh my God!" Sups cried.
"That's right, Sups," she said, stepping over to him and striking a haughty pose, hands on hips, chin high, chest thrust out. "Your big pimping days are over. You have used and abused, and forced into vile prostitution your last beautiful young woman."
"That remains to be seen, Wondrous Woman," Sups said, standing and taking an aggressive stance. He covertly motioned to the two women with the rapper. "You're not the first super heroine to make the mistake of challenging us. A dozen of your costumed sisters are now languishing in sexual slavery in Third World brothels, selling their sweet round butts to any man with enough cash."
