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Disclaimer: The Femforce belongs to AC Comics. This story is not-for-profit
but I own it.

Date: 10/23/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex,
male/female sex, female/female sex

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Yankee Girl/Jasmin St. Claire/Peter North

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Yankee Girl is in a sudden need for cash and decides to step out of
the Femforce HQ and go look for work, only to have her bump into Jasmin St.
Claire and become her latest co-star.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Jasmin St. Claire -- who
was born on October 23rd, 1972 -- and an answer to the Challenge Maker's
'Quick Money Challenge'.

Dedication: Happy 36th Birthday to Jasmin St. Claire! -- ATK 2008
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Femforce: Her Name Is Rebecca
by Andrew Troy Kelelr ([email protected])

My name is Lauren Mason and at first, I had been the beautiful daughter of a
wealthy millionaire and able to enjoy the high society party scene but that
was before I had accidently fallen into a vat of magical potion that an
ancient wizard known as Merlin who was preparing such an elixar in order to
create a super-powered hero that would help the Allies defeat the evil Axis
forces during the dark days of World War Two.

And after that war was finally over, I had allowed myself to be placed in a
specially-designed vault with some other golden-age heroes and go to sleep in
suspended-animation while the entire outside world keeps on changing around
the entire vault. And of course, that was before the Shroud Wars had began
and we had been released by the modern-day United States Government to insist
another group of super-heroes known as the Femforce in bringing the war to a
successful conclusion.

And after we had done that, an African-American female soldier named General
Roberta Strock had allowed us to become the newly-formed Sentinels Of Justice
and continue being super-powered allies of Femforce. But in spite of that, I
had tried to make my own financial way into the world, only to have any
attempt in making my own money that I had already tried end up in one failing
disaster after another.

But thankfully enough, something had caused the SOJ headquarters to get
itself nearly demolished and we had no choice but to move ourselves into the
Femforce's own HQ and stay there until the rebuilding and remodeling job on
our base of operations finally gets completed. Although, I was still feeling
mighty low and it was because I was still unable to get myself a steady
well-paying job outside the Sentinels.

And of course, I was not the only one who has known that for you see, while I
was on the living room sofa with sad puppy dog look on my face and trying to
figure out where I had gone wrong with my old jobs and how I should go about
keeping the next one, a beautiful blonde member of the Femforce whose
codename happens to be Ms. Victory and her handsome loverboy codenamed
Paragon had walked into the room and sat themselves down next to me just in
time for the blonde Femforce member whose real name happens to be Joan Wayne
to place her gentle hand on my shoulder and ask, "What's wrong, Lauren? I
mean, you don't look like the Yankee Girl who is proud to serve her country
and become a true hero anymore."

"I know, Joan. It's just that no matter how hard or how many times I had
tried to make a life for myself outside the SOJ, I would always wind up
with egg on my face over and over again. You know, I really am beginning
to suspect that someone up there doesn't like me anymore and I have no
idea why," that was the answer that I had given Joan before an
equally-understanding Charlie Starrett had taken a deep breath and asked,
"Say, Lauren? Why don't you come with Joan and me on our little picnic on
the beach? I mean, I don't know about Joan but I -- for one -- could stand
having a third wheel around."

But after I had given that idea some thought, I had looked at Charlie with a
small smile on my lips, gently placed my hand on top of his and answered,
"Thanks for the kind offer, Charlie. But there's no need for me to do that
to both you and Joan. Maybe I should go talk my problems out with a certain
fellow former socialite whose name happens to be Jessica Hunt," only to have
Joan place her hand on my arm and say, "Whoa, Lauren!I really don't want to
bother She-Cat with problems like yours right now. You see, she had asked
Laura to use her Nightveil powers to help her control that particular
cat-demon known as Sekhmet who was still skulking around inside her body.
Are you sure you don't want to come with us anyway, Lauren?"

"Yes, Joan. I really am sure. But thanks for the offer anyway," that was the
answer that I had given Joan before both she and Charlie had said 'goodbye'
to me and left to go on their little romantic picnic and leave me to pick the
latest edition of The Los Angeles Times and started looking through the want
ads for a job that I was hoping would not be one of the others that had ended
for me in disaster.

But then, while I was doing that, I had taken a peek at my reflection on the
mirror-like surface of the coffee table and looked at myself like I was about
to say, "What in the name of God are you doing, Lauren? Haven't you realized
that you're now living in the one city known as Los Angeles, California? You
had watched that 'America's Got Talent' show!It really is easy for you to
find that right job for you! All you have to do now is just get off your lazy
caboose, get out there and start looking for that job right now!"

And after I had suddenly realized that I had presented myself with a really
good point, I had gotten myself off the sofa, rushed myself up to my room
and packed a few of my personal things inside an overnight bag before I had
zoomed myself out of the Femforce HQ through an open window and flown high
above the entire City of Angels for about a minute and a half before I had
allowed myself to land in an alley and said the words 'Yankee Doodle Dandy'
to transform myself back into Lauren Mason.

Then, after I had stepped into the ladies restroom and changed my clothes, I
had started looking for the offices of a talent agent who has heard of me as
Yankee Girl, only to have me stand next to a beautiful dark-haired maiden who
was listening to some music on a portable radio before a voice on that radio
had said, "Yes, Folks. You really are listening to 106.7 K-Rock... KROQ-FM...
The World Famous K-Rock."

But just as I was about to listen to more of what the voice on the radio has
to say, the beautiful female stranger had crossed the street and I had to
follow her. But after I had done that, she had turned herself around, looked
at me with confusion in her eyes and asked, "Who are you and why are you
following me?"

And as soon as I had realized that I should not let her know that I actually
was the super-powered World War Two heroine known as Yankee Girl, I had taken
a deep breath, raised up my hands and said, "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean
to shock you like that. My name is Rebecca Barrington and I'm looking for
some work because I really need some money right now."

"Oh, well. Since that's the case, I might be willing to help you with that,
Becky. I'm Jasmin St. Claire and I'm on my way to a set of my latest movie
right now. Want to come with me?", that was the question that a small-smiling
Jasmin had asked me before I had allowed a small smile to appear on my own
face and nodded my head in response to that question.

And after we had arrived at this one suppossedly-abandoned warehouse, Jasmin
had placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm sorry about that, Becky.
But there's something that I really need to know. Have you ever heard of
Jewel De'Nyle or had your picture published in the pages of Club magazine
before?" causing me to give that question some thought, shrug my shoulders
and shake my head in response to that question.

"Well, Becky. I hope that you're still willing to go through with this
because as soon as you steep through these doors, there will be no going back
to your old life. Believe me. I ought to know," that was what Jasmin had said
to me before she had opened the door and allowed me to follow her into the
one section of the building which was where another beautiful female had
looked at Jasmin, let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's about time that
you had gotten that ass of yours over here, Jasmin. Who's your newfound
friend?"

"Her name is Rebecca Barrington. Becky, say 'hi' to the director of my latest
film, Lizzy Borden. What you think, Lizzy?Should we be able to give her a
part in the movie?" that was the question that a small-smiling Jasmin had
asked Lizzy, who had taken a good look at me from head to toe, let out a
small smile of her own and answered, "I don't see why not. Okay. You two go
into your dressing room and get yourselves ready for your scene with Peter."

And then, after we had placed ourselves inside a small room, I had taken a
small peek at a handsome male hunk standing with out a stitch of clothing on
in front of a full-length mirror and rubbing his... ahem... penis before
Jasmin had placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "It's okay, Becky. That's
just our male co-star, Peter North. He's just stroking his cock and making it
stiff for today's scene. So, are you going to take your clothes off and join
us or what?"

And after I had noticed that Jasmin has been standing naked in front of me
and realized that she was telling me the truth about wanting to go all the
way, I had taken a deep breath, removed all of my clothes and wrapped my
arms around my exposed chest which had caused Jasmin to let out a small
giggle, hand me a robe and say, "Here, Becky. Put this on. You'll need it
for the first part of the scene."

Then, after I had put on the robe and Jasmin had put one on as well, the
both of us had stepped out of the dressing room and over to a section of the
building where a pair of large soft mats had been placed on the floor just
in time for Lizzy to walk herself up to us and say, "Okay. As soon as Peter
finally gets himself ready, we'll start shooting the scene."

And as soon as Peter had finally gotten himself out of the dressing room, my
eyes had grown as wide as a pair of saucers at the sight of his schlong being
the size of a hot-house cucumber before Lizzy had clapped her hands and said,
"Okay, People! Let's make a movie!" just in time for Lizzy to place herself
behind the camera and yell out the word 'action'.

That had caused Peter to move himself closer and Jasmin to slip off her robe
and start pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and
carressing her own tits with the other hands before he had kissed her ever so
deep and passionately on the lips and began licking all over her bare-ass
naked body -- all the way down to her hot and steamy cunt and carressing her
firm breasts.

And of course, that had caused me to open my robe slightly and start pumping
all of my fingers in and out of my hot, moist snatch and carressing my own
tits with the other hand before Peter had stopped what he was doing with
Jasmin, helped me remove my robe and allowed me to start licking on Jasmin's
cunt and carressing her stiff mounds.

Then, after Peter had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole and his hands
on my tits, Jasmin had placed her hands on my bare shoulders and said,
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Becky! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck
my wet pussy dry while Peter fucks you in the ass! Aaaahhhh!" before Peter
had taken his stone hard dick out of my backside and allowed Jasmin to start
sucking on it while she was pumping two of her fingers in and out of my cunt
and her thumb in and out of my asshole.

And then, after I had suddenly realized that I was able to enjoy each and
every minute of my very first sexual orgy and that my very own reluctance had
just became a truly powerful aphrodisiac, the three of us had laid our nude
bodies down on the mat just in time for Peter to place his stiff cock inside
my pussy and start licking on Jasmin's snatch and for Jasmin to place her
hands on my silky-smooth naked thighs and start sucking on my tits before I
had placed my hands on Jasmin's bare back and yelled at the top of my lungs,
"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, PETER! DO IT, JASMIN! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY
TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster and
kept on doing so until we had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion, a
small-smiling Lizzy had ordered the cameraman to cut and print, walked
herself over to Peter, Jasmin and me and said, "Hey, you guys. That was
great. All you need to do now is just take a little nap while the rest of us
get ready for the next scene, okay?"

And as soon as Lizzy and her crew had left us alone, Peter, Jasmin and I had
snuggled ourselves up to each other and fell asleep with our naked arms in a
lover's embrace while Lizzy had gotten her bosses at Caballero Home Video on
the phone, told them who their latest star really was and asked them for
permission to pay me in cash.

And to tell you the truth, it was a good thing that they had given Lizzy to
do exactly that because of two things. Number one: I really don't want the
rest of the Femforce and my fellow SOJ members to find out what my newfound
occupation is. And number two: I would finally be able to buy my own TV set,
tune in to Survivor on KCBS-TV Channel 2 and see who gets his or her ass
voted off the island paradise of Gabon.

THE END!

    

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