Thread: Empire - City of Lost Cause (Black_Out and meomeo)

Mark Gingham works middle management in advertising, his job requiring him to split time between the companys DC and Empire offices. His expense account only allowed him to fly coach, so his preferred mode of transport is by first-class train cabins. Which suited Mark all right. The middle-aged father of two was never a big fan of altitudes, and besides traveling by train was far more leisurely. The 1000 non-stop to Empire was just pushing off the platform. The salt-and-pepper-haired ad exec unfolded the morning paper, skimming the sensational front-page headline on the wave of kidnappings in Empire. His attention was broken by a clear womans voice coming down the aisle. Sorry excuse me ouch sorry about that Mark let his curiosity get the better of him and lowered his paper. A blonde in a faded blue top and cut off jeans, dragging an oversized chrome suitcase behind her, ambled down the aisle. Her suitcase was almost as wide as the aisle, which she failed at keeping it out of elbows' ways. A moment later a shadow fell over Mark, and he heard the same voice ask Scuse me are these seats taken? Mark lifted his head and instantly felt a lump in his throat. Up close the woman is a 1010 if he ever saw one. It was difficult to stop gawking at her luxuriant golden mane, temptress blue eyes, perfect skin, neckline low enough to show a hint of cleavage, legs that go on for miles past her shorts, tight curves that suggested lots of time spent in the gym. He uttered a negative answer to her query and shook his head. Her attempt to hoist her clumsy luggage into the overhead storage turned into a struggle punctuated by some labored grunts. Her top came loose from her shorts, and a titillating tract of flat tummy came inches from Marks nose. A pleasantly effervescent lavender scent wafted into his nostrils. He wished this moment would never end. But his gentlemans manners won out and he sprung up to help her with the heavy case. At that moment the train car lurched forward, picking up speed. The blonde woman lost her footing and fell into Mark, while Mark reached out to stop her fall. In one fleeting moment he held her up by her armpit, his left hand grazed against Lets just say Mark hasnt held anything as soft and supple in that hand in years. Thanks. Youre a real lifesaver! She beamed at Mark, settling into the seat diagonally opposite him, suitcase now safely secured overhead. Mark politely averted his gaze from her legs crossed at the knees and stared emptily at the corner of a tan folder peeking out from her purse. He was thinking of his wife and two young boys, about how this creature in front of him is way out of his league. But Mark also knew hed kick himself for weeks if he didnt at least give it an old college try. This time his good senses lost out. Perhaps a light conversation to kick things off So, you heading to Empire for business or pleasure? A playful smirk came across her lips, and there was a glint of mischief in her blue eyes. All made her look that much more alluring. Pleasure. She answered with a grin, as if amused by an inside joke. Earlier that morning Vallies eyes widened as the Garrison suit delivered news of the 'incidents' as he called them. Although her surprise was more to not being fired than concern for her fallen colleagues. Midnight Angel, Savage Animal just names and faces to be honest. Vallie was never fond of them. Whenever she came to the Garrison training facility they would look down their noses at her, their haughty faces say it all - Vallie didnt deserve the superheroine label, didn't deserve to be in their exclusive little club. Safe to say they never hung out for after work drinks or bowling. Well, except that Crimson Marauder hunk. He was nice to her, if only desperate to get inside her tights... which he managed for a while some years ago. Vallie had just broken up, and she always harbored a soft spot for muscular hunks. He was gentle and meticulous despite his size, and could last forever. Vallie was glad to hear he was only missing and not severely hurt. If you have any questions, now is the time for them. I know, it's all rather sudden, so take your time, your train doesn't leave until ten am. Click to expand... It is very sudden! Vallie laughed nervously to mask her displeasure. She had absolutely no interest in donning her costume and risk her hide in Empire City, least of all to avenge some 'heroes' who thought very lowly of her and an ex-booty call. Yet she saw no way to wiggle out of this... until a light bulb popped off inside her head. She thought her idea was quite clever. Sure, she would head down there and do some 'investigation' wink wink. But she is only a backup, a rookie! She would report back in a couple days or a week... I'm sorry! But if you guys find the real culprits make sure to give me a call! Good luck! Well, I'll do my best. But I can't promise anything! Think of it as a little Garrison Agency sponsored vacation. Empire City may not be the Bahamas, but she'd take it. This middle-aged guy is adorable his clumsy attempts at flirtation, how his hand shot backwards when he accidentally groped my boobs, as if they were made of hot coals. I mean, it's either a mundane 90-minute ride to Empire City, or I could indulge in some harmless fun , Vallie thought mischievously. She had always enjoyed having men wrapped around her little finger. Vallie crossed and uncrossed her legs. Pretended to reach for the Sports page so she could lean over, letting Mark see down her top... that tan briefing file currently at the very back of her mind.