Dairy Queening

Vicky immediately approached Wally Harvbanger, and did exactly as instructed.

"That's right, Vicky. Don't hold back. Be the wild woman, the animal, the beast that you know resides deep inside of your soul."

Vicky began to bounce up and down on top of Wally's hard cock, moaning and yelping, expressing a lust, passion, and need that had clearly gone unfulfilled for far too long.

Melanie looked at her cousin. "Yes. She'll do quite nicely, don't you think?"

Levi's voice was quiet, barely audible above the screaming of "Yes" and "More" coming from the jiggling mound of flesh that was Vicky letting go of all fear, pain, inhibition, and restraint, with Wally as her own personal release valve.

Chapter 8

Mild mannered gardener Scott Schott was staring at the sky, wondering when this heat would break. All of his clients had stopped asking him to tend to their gardens, due to the fact that the heat was drying up all of the flowers and vegetables, and nobody wanted him to be toiling too much in the hot sun. He was just too nice and too well-loved.

He had toyed with changing into his superhero suit and driving around Metroburgh as Admiral Anticrime in hopes of possibly seeing if one of the many supervillains of the city might have had something to do with this heat wave, but he didn't want to alarm anyone if it was just a fluke of nature and not the result of anything some evil scientist might be inflicting on the populace. If this was the work of one of the local villains, he surmised, then he'd hear something from the mayor.

He felt somewhat relieved when his emergency phone rang and the woman on the other end identified herself as Lisa Meesa, a waitress from Jake's Steaks.

"I'll notify him right away," he said, in as comforting a voice as he could muster.

Shortly after he hung up the phone, he changed into his crimefighting suit, put on his jet pack, and flew off to the restaurant.

Once he arrived at Jake's Steaks, Lisa and a couple of other customers explained everything that happened. One person even commented that Vicky and Wally had been talking about the ice cream they had eaten.

The superhero scowled and said, "I don't suppose anyone saw where they went."

Apart from pointing in the general direction the two of them walked as they left the restaurant, no one knew exactly where they went.

"Well, it's a start. The only problem is, no supervillains live anywhere near here. It's kind of odd that one of the villains would have summoned them to somewhere other than his lair, ya know?"

Everyone in the restaurant agreed.

"Well, thank you for calling me. I'll see what I can do." He disappeared into the hot Metroburgh evening air.

Unfortunately, he found that, due to the oppressive heat, no one was outside or otherwise in a position to provide any remotely reliable information. After two hours of knocking on doors, Admiral Anticrime returned to his home.

Chapter 9

Hugh came in to Melanie's lair as Vicky was finishing taking advantage of Wally's supine form. He quickly diverted his eyes to face his mistress. "I thought you should know," he said without any emotional attachment to his words, "That Admiral Anticrime just came to the door, asking if we'd seen anything unusual."

"What did you tell him?" she asked, eagerly.

"The truth, of course. That we hadn't seen anything the least bit unusual. Of course, he didn't ask if the very fact that this is an evil genius's lair would be considered unusual by anyone else's standards. I believe you told me ages ago to reveal as little as possible to anyone inquiring at our door as to the activities we're involved in."

Melanie and Levi both laughed. "Thank you, Hugh," she said to her servant, who bowed in response before sweeping out of the lair.

"So we have our in with City Hall. Now what?" asked Levi.

Melanie scratched her chin. She paced around the lair before stopping in front of Vicky. Speaking into her phone, Melanie gave the next set of instructions. "Get dressed, Vicky and stand up."

Vicky did as instructed without saying a word.

"Vicky, I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to be completely honest with me."

"Whatever you desire, my mistress."

"That's a nice touch, making her call you 'Mistress,'"said Levi, admiringly.

"Shut up, Levi," she whispered in response. Returning to the phone through which she communicated with her slave, she said, "Vicky. How do you feel about the mayor?"

"I think he's a good leader. He's a good and decent public servant. He listens to his critics and actually engages them. That's a lot more than I can say about other politicians."

"Yes. Yes it is. What does he think about this heatwave?"

"He's getting ready to call Admiral Anticrime, but he's afraid to, because he's not sure if one of the supervillains is behind it."

"Has he mentioned any villains who could be behind it?"

"He knows that Victor Villanova and Maniacal Meriwether couldn't be behind it because they're behind bars instead."

"Anyone else?"

"He mentioned Levi Evil, but doesn't think it's him, because Levi would've taken responsibility and given a list of demands."

Levi laughed heartily but stopped immediately when his cousin glared at him.

"So, how do you really feel about the mayor?"

"He's a good leader. He's a good and decent public servant. He listens --"

"No no no. You've already said that. I mean, what do you think about him as a man? Do you think he's good looking? How do you like working for him?"

Vicky cleared her throat. "I think he's very attractive. There are times when I wish he wasn't my boss and instead would like him to be my lover."

"Have you ever had sex with him?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

"That wouldn't be good for his career."

"You didn't answer my question. If you knew that he wouldn't be harmed in any way, professionally, would you like to see what he's like in bed?"

"Absolutely!"

Melanie began to laugh. Levi joined in the laughter as the sounds of their mania echoed off of the walls of her lair. "I have a plan. Vicky, here's what I need you to do tomorrow at work...."

Chapter 10

The following morning, Vicky arrived at work as per her usual routine. The office was empty and she took advantage of the silence to familiarize herself with Mayor Minor's schedule for the day, to do the sudoku puzzle in the newspaper, and to savor her morning cup of coffee.

About an hour after she arrived at work, Mayor Minor strolled in with his usual confidence. "Good morning, Vicky! What does my day look like today?"

Vicky looked up at him and smiled. "Well, sir..." She paused for a moment as she felt a slight surge in her lower abdomen and she needed to catch her breath. "You're meeting with Councilman Rudy Doody today at 10:30, and there will be a representative from the Federal Bureau of Intoxication here at two. Other than that, your day is free."

"Thanks, Vicky!"

She glanced down at her watch. "I know we talked yesterday about reaching out to Admiral Anticrime." She let out a slight gasp as she felt another surge, slightly stronger than the previous one. "Did you make a decision about that?" Her voice cracked as she asked the question.

"Are you all right?"

She loosened her collar, took a deep breath, and quietly said, "Yes." The sensation she was feeling was enough to make her cross and uncross her legs. She wasn't sure why she was feeling it, but now wasn't the time to be feeling aroused. She was able to muster up a bit more strength when she added, "I'm fine."

"Good. I don't know what I'd do without you, Vicky."

"Thank you, sir. So, what about Admiral Anticrime?"

"I'm still thinking about it. I heard he got a call last night but didn't resolve it, so he might be busy today."

"That's making an excuse, don't you think?"

"Yeah, but ..."

"I know, I know. You don't want to waste his time."

"Exactly!"

The mayor went on to his office and closed the door behind him.

Vicky watched him disappear behind the door, and looked down at her legs. What was happening? Why did she suddenly feel so ... horny? She closed her eyes and wiped her brow, trying to put this sense of arousal out of her mind.

Unfortunately, the more she tried to ignore the need in her loins, the harder it became to ignore it. It was wrong and she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she suddenly felt. She stood up and walked briskly towards the bathroom.

Once inside the rest room, she grabbed a long paper towel, ran it under cold water from the sink, and began to dab her brow in hopes of having this somehow mitigate the growing need she felt between her legs. She let out a gasp as the beads of water mixed with the sweat that felt like it was pouring down her face.

When she pulled the paper towel away from her head, she felt a sharp surge. Her free hand moved quickly between her legs before she even knew what she was doing.

When she recognized what she was doing, she threw the paper towels into the sink and said, "No!" louder than she probably otherwise would have wanted to do.

Her additional attempts to fight against her own hormones proved even less successful than her earlier ones. She caught the soaking-wet paper towels in the sink within her peripheral vision. She glanced down between her legs and decided that it might help, so she casually rolled her panties down to her ankles, picked up the moist hemp-material, and rubbed it on her clit in the hope that this might somehow ease her rapidly expanding needs.

The cold of the paper towel gave her a slight rush but did little to stave off the ever-growing need she was feeling. She threw out the paper towel, and felt down between her legs. The moistness that lingered around her cunt seeped onto the tips of her fingers. She raised her hand to her nose and smelled the musky aroma that signified her arousal in a manner she'd never registered before.

She took one step away from the sink, and craned her neck to see her reflection in the mirror. She saw something in her own eyes: a shadow and a glimmer. She shook her head, believing this vision to be an illusion or her mind playing tricks on her.

She closed her eyes and heard a voice inside of her head. It sounded vaguely like her own voice, only more distant and subtle. The voice reminded her of what she needed to do, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world and the only real question was why she hadn't already done it: seduce Mayor Minor.

Chapter 11

Admiral Anticrime sat in his secret hideout, reviewing the tapes from the security cameras from Jake's Steaks in hopes of seeing who it was that happened to have been involved in the mysterious occurrences from the night before. He saw a steady stream of customers entering and exiting the restaurant and he could tell a fair bit about some of the clientele.

For the most part, the customers chatted amongst themselves, eating -- and clearly enjoying -- the food they had been served. There were some couples that sat at their tables and just stared at each other, other couples who, he thought, were lucky not to choke on their own food, they were talking so much. Families with children needing various levels of discipline and just a generally kinetic horde of customers.

Finally, he saw the woman enter the restaurant. From interviews with the staff and other customers, he knew by the way she was dressed and where she sat, that this was the woman who acted mysteriously. Because of the camera angle, he couldn't immediately make out her face. She was dressed professionally and sat at the bar, just as everyone had advised.

A few minutes later, a man walked in and sat next to her. The man and the woman clearly engaged each other in conversation, but, without sound, it wasn't clear if the two of them had ever met before. If not, one or both of them must be gregarious people to speak to each other the way they did.

They both received their food and started eating. After about five minutes, the woman fell off of her chair. The man seemed legitimately distraught for the brief moment he had been afforded, before he fell over too.

The scene around the two of them in the restaurant was one of measured chaos: people were clearly frightened but nobody seemed capable of going anywhere near the stricken couple. After what felt like longer than the three minutes registered on the clock of the recording, they both stood up and walked, stiffly, out of the restaurant.

It was only now that Admiral Anticrime saw the face of the woman, and he recognized her immediately as Vicky Veenyveedy. The hero understood that the mayor could be in serious danger. He retrieved his cell phone, which connected directly to the mayor's office.

The phone kept ringing, but the mayor did not answer.

Chapter 12

Vicky burst into the Mayor's office. He was reading a few emails and drinking his morning coffee. "Oh, Vicky! You startled me. Is everything all right?"

"Never been better!" she said with a smirk on her face and in a tone the mayor wasn't used to.

"Are ... how are you feeling, Vicky?"

This was her chance. She rushed close to him and whispered in his ear, "Horny."

"What?"

She had begun to fondle his crotch through his pants. "You heard me right. I'm feeling horny and I need you to satisfy me."

"Don't you think I'm a little ... old for you, Vicky?"

"That's just more mature," she said, teasingly. She looked up at the mayor, who let out a gasp when he saw the glimmer and shadow in her eyes, much like what she herself had seen a few minutes earlier.

Seeing her eyes, he immediately stopped resisting her.

She smiled broadly and said, "That's better. I knew you'd want me. I was just thinking that it's so hot out there, so maybe we should heat things up here too."

He nodded his head as he let her remove his pants.

"That's it. Just stay right there. I want to get you nice and hard. And I think you know exactly what we're going to do next. Are you feeling as horny as I am?" she asked, despite the fact that she could feel his member stiffening in her loose grip as she spoke.

"Oh, yes!" he said.

"Good. Now look at me and tell me what you like..." She could hear her own voice echoing with a strange, distant quality. "Better yet. Show me."

He raised his hands and gently began to circle her breasts with his fingers.

"Here. Let me make that a little easier for you to get to," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse and guided his fingers straight to the tips of her nipples. She bit her lip and moaned quietly at the subtle electric shocks that coursed from his fingers into her tits.

Once he had found the rhythm of his own to trace her nipples, she let go of his hands and let her blouse fall to the floor behind her.

Her heart started pounding and she placed her hands on his chest, relieved to feel his heart beating with an equal intensity. She pushed his chair back and maneuvered her way above him so that she could easily guide his cock into her wet, and all-too-eager pussy. The very sensation that his cock was so near to her, made her almost orgasm but she was able to retain enough presence of mind to bring herself down on top of him.

He let out a yelp as he felt her soft, smooth body envelop him. It was so sweet feeling and so sensual, he let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes into the back of his head.

"Is everything all right?" she asked.

"Perfect. You feel like home. Don't stop."

She grinned broadly as he began to pinch and squeeze her ass, maintaining a small degree of control over the speed and intensity of her bounces on him.

She leaned forward and looked directly into his eyes. He gazed back at her as his mind slowly drifted away.

The phone on his desk began to ring but they both ignored it. Whoever it was, or whatever they wanted, would have to wait. He was doing the most important thing in the world and nothing and no one ought to be permitted to disturb that.

With each successive ring of the telephone, the more powerful their shared lust became until, when the caller decided to give up his or her attempts to reach the mayor, the two of them were left as little more than mindless shells of their former selves: their focus and aim was little more than the shared pleasure, vocalized by her intense screaming and, ultimately, his own gasps for breath and air as he released both his seed and his mind.

The release of his seed caused her to have one final orgasm that completely satisfied the need she started feeling when the morning had begun for the two of them. She closed her eyes and recalled something important. This memory, however vague it had previously been, overtook all other instincts and thoughts.

Without saying another word, and without bothering to collect the clothes she had strewn on the floor of Mayor Minor's office, she returned to her own desk, retrieved her cell phone, and dialed a number without thinking of it. After the person on the other end answered, she said, "Mission accomplished," and hung up the phone.

Chapter 13

After the call came in, Levi Evil congratulated his cousin on both her invention and her ability to instill such powerful commands and memories into Vicky's mind.

Melanie Felony told Levi that it was time to pay a visit to the mayor's office.

"But we don't have an appointment," he said, certain he knew how she would respond.

"I don't think we really need one. Hugh! Please bring me my car!"

"It'll be around front for you in five minutes," her servant responded.

When Hugh parked her car in front of her lair, he asked, "Did you want to drive, or would you like me to?"

"Why don't you keep cool in my lair. I can take care of this one." She got in the driver's seat. Levi took the passenger's seat. As they drove off, she looked at her cousin and said, "Would you mind if I turned up the air? It's awful hot out there and, however much I appreciate your work, I'd like to cool down a little bit."

"Be my guest. I really don't have a way of cooling off individual people with my invention. At least, not the way you'd need me to."

Chapter 14

Admiral Anticrime gave up trying to reach the mayor on their specially-connected phone line after about ten rings. He wondered why the mayor wasn't answering and considered his next move.

"There is no shortage of reasons why the mayor might not have answered," he said to himself. "Time to break out the white board."

He started to write on the dry-erase board in his study. He drew a grid that consisted of three rows and two columns. Above the first column, he wrote, "Go" and above the second column, he wrote, "Don't Go". To the left of the first row, he wrote "In a meeting." The second row received the label "Stepped Out / Took a Break", while he labelled the third row, "In trouble."

The superhero then proceeded to write out the consequences of a decision either to stay in his hideout, or to pay an unscheduled visit to the mayor. Ultimately, he recognized that there was no real difference in a decision not to go if the mayor happened either to have just stepped out of the office, or if he was in a meeting. Either way, the visit would be a waste of the mayor's time (and his own, but he generally didn't mind wasting time if the net result would be something positive). In the case of a meeting, the mayor might literally not be positioned to receive him.

If the mayor were in some kind of trouble, however, he saw that doing nothing would be a far more dangerous decision. He came to the conclusion that it was time to pay a little visit to City Hall. He strapped on his jet pack, climbed to the roof of his hideout, and took off. He glanced down at his watch and made a note of the time. 9:30 am. Assuming that there wouldn't be many helicopter flights in the city at this hour, except for the occasional med-evac unit, he could be there within ten minutes.