San Francisco, California, USA.
\nInside a large, tropical swimming paradise.
\nThe laughter of children, the raucous shouting of teens, and the general\ncacophony of dozens of people in one room drifted up towards the second-floor\nbalcony that ran the length of the main pool area. The strong smell of chlorine\nthat has become so iconic with swimming pools permeated the senses of hundreds\nof swimmers, and the glass ceiling, as well as the climate controls, kept the\ntemperature at perfect tropical levels.
\nSitting at the railing was a young woman. She had short blonde hair, kept in a\nspiky mess that gave her a somewhat rebellious look, and blue eyes that scanned\nthe hustle of people below her, looking for a specific person. She wore a white\none-piece swimsuit, often worn by professional swimmers, that fitted her\nathletic body so well that it almost looked painted on. Sleek pink lines ran\ndown her sides, following the contours of her body in such a way that they drew\nextra attention to her chest area. Likewise, black stripes ran along her hips,\nmaking her hips and firm butt stand out all the more.
\nUsing a slender hand, she took a sip from the fruity cocktail that had just been\nbrought to her table. Now, do public swimming pools serve tables? No, they do\nnot. Do they serve alcoholic drinks? They don't either. But when the person\nworking the drinks is a kid barely old enough to drive, and who couldn't keep\nhis eyes off her body, you pretty much get what you want. With a seductive\nflutter of her eyes and leaning on the counter in just the right way, the kid\nwas nothing more than a stuttering mess, ready to bring her whatever she wanted.
\nPutting the glass down, ignoring the hastily scribbled phone number on the paper\nnapkin, she continued looking at the crowd. Gwen Stacy was here for one specific\nreason: to find a certain individual and find out if she could be recruited. And\nif not, subdue and capture her instead.
\nGwen chuckled inwardly at that thought as she idly twirled the lime green\numbrella that came with her cocktail. If anyone had told her a year ago that she\nwould be part of a group that actively hunted superheroines or supervillains,\nshe would have laughed in their face. Yet here she was. She remembered the\nentire chain of events that caused her to change from a vigilante to a member of\na top-secret transdimensional organisation.
\nIt all started when her father, a well-respected and liked captain of the police\nforce, had to host a woman who worked in public relations. The plan was that\nthey wanted to use his growing popularity to boost the force's recruitment. Gwen\nwas asked to join, so they could paint a picture of the happy family man leading\nthe force.
\nHalfway through the diner, the conversation turned towards the large number of\nvigilantes running rampant throughout the world. Being one herself, much to her\nfather's ire, Gwen felt a need to defend both herself and her fellow crime\nfighters. The debate was pretty heated until the woman brought up the point of\ncollateral damage whenever these so-called \"supers\" decide to fight each other.\nAnd after several examples, Gwen was forced to admit she had no rebuttal to that\nargument.
\nIn hindsight, she realised that the woman was never there for her father. She\nwas a recruiter sent by Pravum to scout Gwen's potential as a recruit. The meal,\nthe campaign with her father, and the debate are all carefully set up to test\nand gauge Gwen's reactions and potential. And though the argument stopped there,\nthe seeds of doubt were planted that night. Throughout the days that followed\nthat night, Gwen never stopped thinking about the woman's points. Even when she\nwas out patrolling, her mind still kept wandering back to that night. One night,\na full week after the diner, Gwen came home from patrol and saw a large folder\nlying on her table. It was placed so she would see it the moment she returned.\nTo this day, she had no idea how they managed to get it inside her place. The\ndoors were locked, and the alarm was still on. And all the windows were closed.\nNo sign of anyone entering or leaving her place could be found. But someone had.\nAnd they had left her a significant amount of paperwork to read through.
\nEach piece of paper turned out to be an after-action report of one or more\nsupers clashing for one reason or another. And it showed her the effect on the\nsurroundings in cold, hard numbers. The number of people who died. The number of\nbuildings damaged or destroyed. How long would it take to fully repair\neverything? How much it would cost, that number was staggeringly high. It was\nall the evidence the woman spoke of, and she spent most of the week reading\nthrough the files over and over, looking for any signs of tampering or forging.
\nShe found none. And after checking with public records, they turned out to be\ntrue. At that moment, the seed of doubt grew into something more. At the end of\nthe week, an envelope containing a simple note with an address and a date was\ndropped at her place. Two days later, she went to the location. She talked to\nthat same woman again, and before the day was over, she was in the back of a\nhigh-tech jet of unknown design, flying towards an unknown destination, and her\nnew life.
\nGwen had accepted Pravum's cause and committed herself to it with the same\ndevotion she had when she was a vigilante. She rose quickly through the ranks,\nher skills and personality pushing her towards the top of their forces. Until\nshe was where she was now, part of the most elite extraction team, tasked to\ncapture and recruit only the most important supers in the multiverse.
\nAnd sure, sometimes she missed the days of patrolling the city, looking for\ncriminals. But now she had the backing of governments instead of shady sponsors.\nAnd while her father was still worried for her safety, he could at least accept\nthat she now worked for an official organisation, which improved their\nrelationship quite a bit.
\nPushing those thoughts behind her, she refocused her attention on the crowd\nbelow her. She was here for a reason, and it wouldn't do to lose sight of her\ngoals. But her goal proved to be quite difficult to find. She knew the woman was\nhere today. Every piece of intel Pravum had gathered on her pointed to this\nplace and this time. So why couldn't she find her?
\n\"Excuse me? Is that seat taken? everywhere else is full.\"
\nJust then, a voice beside her pulled her out of her frustrating search. It was\nclearly female, but it also held a strong undertone. Gwen turned around in her\nseat and mentally prepared herself to turn whoever it was that disturbed her\naway. But that idea flew out the window when she saw who was standing next to\nher table.
\nAmerica Chavez!
\nThe very woman she was looking for.
\nChavez was slightly taller than herself. Her light brown skin glistened under\nthe bright lights, indicating that she had only recently left the water. Gwen's\neyes slowly trailed upwards, along her shapely legs, across her toned stomach,\nstopping briefly on her chest, before reaching her face. Her curly black hair\nclung to her back and shoulders in thick, wet strands. Gwen's blue eyes met\nAmerica's brown, and the sparkle of amusement, as well as the knowing smirk on\nher lips, told her that Chavez knew exactly what Gwen was looking at. The fact\nthat the other woman was wearing a bikini that perfectly accentuated her great\nfigure only helped.
\nSpeaking off. America was wearing a bikini that, like her usual choice of\nclothing, represented the national flag of the country she was named after. The\ntop hiding those firm breasts was red with white stripes. The bottom that clung\nto her equally firm ass was a deep blue with small white stars spangled across\nit.
\nGwen noticed America's eyes move slightly up and down. Clearly, she was checking\nGwen out at the same time. And from the intensity of her look, she liked what\nshe saw. Gwen saw the can of soda in the other woman's hand, and that rebooted\nher brain enough to process the original question. A quick look around saw that,\nindeed, most tables were taken by families enjoying a day out with their\nchildren. And the ones that didn't were used by small groups of teens that\nclearly showed the wrong kind of interest if a woman like America would ask to\nsit with them. Besides, most were guys, and Intel greatly expressed that her\ntarget was absolutely NOT interested in them.
\n\"Yes, of course, no problem.\"
\nAmerica gave Gwen a grateful smile and sat down in the chair opposite her. After\nintroductions were made, the two started some light conversation, though Gwen\nmade sure to keep her tone slightly seductive, and never missed an opportunity\nto tease the other woman. America, for her part, was very receptive to the way\ntheir conversation went and, like Gwen, filled her responses with mild teasing.\nAfter a while, though, America finished the last of her drink, and putting the\nempty soda can on the table, pointed accusingly at the bigger cocktail glass\nthat Gwen was drinking from.
\n\"So, where did you get that? Last I checked, they did not serve drinks like that\nin this place. And I sure as hell refuse to believe you brought it with you.\"
\nGwen finished the last of her drink and put the glass down. She used her tongue\nto clean her lips from any remaining traces, making sure to put up a bit of a\nshow for the other woman. And if the way America's eyes snapped to Gwen's mouth\nwas any indication, she was quite successful at it.
\n\"Quite simple, actually. The kid's just barely begun to realise women have\nbreasts. He's one hormone-filled bundle of insecurity. Just flutter your eyes a\nbit, and lean over in just the right way, and he gets you what you want. You\nshould try it if you want some as well. With how amazing you look, and that\nbikini, he would be virtually powerless to resist. He'd give you whatever you\nwant.\"
\nGwen knew America would never do that. Her lack of interest in males would\nprevent her from doing such a thing. Now, if it were a female behind the\ncounter, then yes, but not when it was a male. And sure enough, America looked\nover towards the young man working the drinks. There was a moment of conflict in\nher pretty brown eyes, but she eventually settled back into her seat. Her eyes\nflicked towards Gwen for a moment before a sparkle of mischief lit up behind\nthem.
\n\"If it is that easy, why don't you show me how it's done?\"
\nGwen made a show of thinking about it. It was an easy request, and the fact that\nthe families were starting to leave to resume their swim made it even easier.
\n\"If it helps, I'll make it worth your effort.\"
\nHere, Gwen raised one of her eyebrows. She had not expected America to react\nthat quickly to her, but apparently, she was.
\n\"Really? Worth the effort, how?\"
\nGwen looked at the other woman challengingly, daring her to go where she thought\nthis was going.
\n\"How about I'll give you a kiss?
\nGwen just looked America straight in the eyes with the most unreadable\nexpression she could manage.
\n\"I'll make it a good one.\"
\nStill, Gwen showed no reaction, even though this was going fairly well.
\n\"I'll make it a really good one. I'll have you know that I have been told I am a\nGREAT kisser. And I don't just hand them out like that.\"
\nGwen kept up the look for a few more seconds, watching how America slowly began\nto squirm under her unreadable look before she stood up.
\n\"Fine, but you had better make sure that is the best damn kiss I ever had.\"
\nNot waiting for America's response, Gwen picked up the now-empty glass and soda\ncan and walked towards the bar. While she walked, she made sure to put some\nextra sway into her hips, and she could practically feel America's eyes burn\ninto her ass. The swimsuit she wore was tailored to fit her perfectly, and its\nvery design was such that it subtly drew attention to her perfect curves.
\nAmerica watched as Gwen walked towards the bar. Her eyes were glued to that\nperfect ass and memorising every step as she swayed her hips in just the right\nway. Halfway there, she passed a trashcan, and without stopping her stride,\nextended the arm holding the now empty soda can, and threw it away. Even such a\nsimple action as that was done with precise and controlled movements, and\nAmerica couldn't stop herself as her eyes snapped to her arm, admiring the\nsubtle movement of her muscles.
\n\"God, what is wrong with you, girl? You never had a reaction like this.\"
\nAmerica knew she had a weakness for women. And the hotter the women, the bigger\nthe weakness. And Gwen was easily one of the hottest women she had recently\nencountered. That, and the fact that it had been a while since she last had some\nserious action with anyone, all combined into her hormones partially taking over\nher rational mind.
\n\"Oh, now she is just straight up doing it on purpose.\"
\nGwen had reached the bar and had struck up another conversation with the young\nmale working it. Part of her routine was that she was leaning slightly on the\nbar, giving her just the barest of glimpses at her cleavage. But this had the\nside effect of her sticking out her ass. At the same time, she had positioned\nherself in such a way that America had a perfect side view of her entire body,\nand she could perfectly see the contours of her perky breasts. She had to\nrestrain herself from reaching out and grabbing them; there would be time for\nthat later. Oh yes, she made a vow then and there that she would be having a\nhandful of those tits before the day was over. Her eyes flickered back and forth\nbetween Gwen's ass and breasts, and she shamelessly ogled her new friend.
\nFive minutes later, Gwen straightened up and, after taking two filled glasses\nfrom the bar, made her way back towards their table. America noticed that the\nsway in her hips was still there. She also noticed the knowing look in her eyes.\nGwen knew she was shamelessly checking her out, and from the looks of it, had no\nquarrels with that.
\nWhen Gwen reached their table, she stopped next to her and leaned in so she\ncould place the glass in front of her. By doing so, she gave America a perfect\nfront-row glimpse of those breasts she had so far only glanced at from a\ndistance. Again, she had to stop herself from reaching out, but the knowing\nsmile on Gwen's face told her she knew exactly what was going through her mind\nright now.
\n\"Here you go. One highly illegal and definitely not normally served cocktail.\"
\nWith supreme effort, which America was very proud of considering the view she\nhad, she managed to raise her eyes from Gwen's chest towards her eyes.
\n\"Thanks. Now I'll guess I owe you a kiss, huh?\"
\nGwen turned away and retook her seat across America.
\n\"Save it for later. From what you promised, it's going to be one hell of a kiss,\nand I don't want any spectators when we do that. So save it for when we have a\nbit more privacy.\"
\nThis time, there was no subtlety in Gwen's words. She promised to give as good\nas she was going to get. And the thought sent a tingle down America's spine,\nstraight towards her special spot between her legs.
\nFor another thirty minutes or so, the two women continued their conversation,\nthough there was a lot more flirting than before. America quickly learned that\nGwen had a quick and sharp mind and tongue to match it. Not holding back on her\nopinions, despite only just knowing each other, she quickly grew to like the\nblonde sitting across from her. The fact that there was an unmistakable\nattraction between the two of them was only the icing on an already delicious\ncake. Their cocktails had long since been emptied, and they were now just\nenjoying some small talk to fill the time. But eventually, Gwen stood up and\ngave America a look that spoke in no uncertain terms that foreplay was over, and\nnow it was time for something more.
\n\"So, about that kiss, you promised. How about we go somewhere more secluded, and\nyou show me if you are as good as you claim?\"
\nAmerica also got up and walked towards Gwen. She was pleased to see her blue\neyes dart towards her bikini and was happy that she was not the only one\nenjoying the view.
\n\"I thought you would never ask. Do you have someplace in mind?\"
\n\"I do, actually. Follow me.\"
\nGwen turned away and led them towards an opening in the railing some distance\naway from the eating area. America gladly followed, taking this as another prime\nchance to get a nice close-up view of that firm, round ass. They stopped at the\nopening, and America saw that they were at one of the diving boards that\noccasionally jutted out from the upper floors. From this one, it was a\nthree-meter drop straight into a specially cordoned-off section of the main pool\narea. Gwen gave her a look that sent all of her backed-up hormones into\noverdrive, before turning around. She approached the edge of the board and, with\na perfectly executed swan dive, dove straight into the pool below. There was a\nbarely audible splash as her body broke the water, followed by a polite\nsmattering of applause from some of the onlookers.
\nAmerica looked over the railing and saw Gwen resurface just beyond the floaters\nthat formed the edge of the diving zone.
\n\"Fucking show off.\"
\nAmerica grumbled to herself before she took a quick sprint down the board and\njumped off the end.
\n\"CANNONBALL.\"
\nThese chapters are all cross uploaded from another site I use as my main site\nfor writing. If you're interested enough to the point in wanting to read more,\nthe link's below. If not, no harm done, enjoy either way.
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