The setting sun cast an orange glow over the rooftop. Grace took in the downtown scenery briefly before turning back towards the man next to her on the roof.

"Hell of a night you picked to meet with me, Chief. If I didn't know better I'd say the setting is almost romantic," Grace said with a smile. She was talking to the River City Police Chief. He was a little too old for her, but she didn't mind making him a little uncomfortable with her off-hand flirtations. In her opinion, he was way too serious all the time.

"Well, yes, I mean, no there's no way for me to plan the weather. That's not what I'm here to discuss anyway." The Chief had the opposite feelings towards the superheroine. She could stand to be a little more serious about crime-fighting in his opinion, and her outfit could be more modest. He'd asked her in the past and she had brushed it off by saying it was important that she fight crime at her most comfortable. He didn't bring it up again, but all of her thin fabric and clothing that left little uncovered, coupled with that the superheroine was about his daughter's age, didn't make him comfortable in the slightest.

"Okay, so what's this about? Not enough room in holding cells for all the bad guys I've been catching." Grace laughed.

The Chief sighed. "Unfortunately, no. I talked with the city council, the mayor, and your team, and we decided to take you off-duty effective immediately."

"What?" Grace's lighthearted demeanor vanished. "Are you serious? There's been less crime than ever! And what do you mean we? You all went behind my back on this?"

The Chief held up a hand to stall her protests. "Sorry that this had to happen. There are credible rumors of a gang-affiliated super and we don't think you have the skills to handle it at the moment, given your youth and track record with Masquerade."

"This is outrageous! It's unfair! I don't remember you guys having much better luck with Masquerade than I do! At least give me the chance to prove myself against this super!"

"I'm sorry, the decision is final. Please leave on your own. I don't want to make you leave."

Grace scowled. There was nothing she could do right now. She glared at him and leapt off the rooftop towards her team's headquarters.

-

"As a new member of CAPE, the local police have the right to ask for you to be taken off-duty, called a Probationary Request," Anthony calmly explained.

"I've been kicking ass before I started working with CAPE. I can't believe you wouldn't at least ask me about this!" Grace retorted.

"Yes, Grace, I know. I don't like it either but CAPE needs to comply with local governments or we're no better than the criminals that we fight. Sorry, but those are the rules."

"Fuck your rules. And I do all the fighting anyway. There is no 'we.'"

"I know you don't mean that," Cassie said, concerned.

"Whatever," Grace snorted. "Have fun with your new hero."

Grace stormed off. Anthony and Cassie shared a look, but didn't stop her from leaving.

That night, Grace tossed and turned for hours, rehashing the same argument with Anthony and the Chief over and over. How dare they not have faith in her! Does the Chief not see the bigger picture? Sure, Masquerade was getting away with money, but Grace was making a difference by stopping gang activity! Late in the night, Grace slipped into a fitful sleep.

-

A blast of energy launched towards Grace, and she quickly created a shield to protect herself. The superheroine looked towards the source of the attack and saw a shirtless, muscular man with glowing temples. The new super? She tried to get a look at his face, but it was too bright to make out any details. Another blast caught her off guard. She couldn't get a shield up in time; Grace closed her eyes and braced herself for the blow.

The scene had shifted when her eyes opened. She was on her knees in front of the enemy super and was bobbing her head on his cock. Grace squealed in surprise, yet didn't stop herself. A hand caressed her face.

"What a good slut," she heard him say. She moaned around his thick shaft in affirmation and closed her eyes.

The scene had shifted again. Grace opened her eyes to see nothing in front of her.

"Ahh!" she cried out. She was being fucked from behind by the unknown super. He squeezed her tits while he thrust in and out, eliciting uncontrollable moans from Grace.

"Ah, yeah! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she heard herself yell.

He swatted her ass, and she moaned louder. "You like my cock inside you?" he asked.

"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!" she screamed. Her orgasm was close; his load would certainly push her over the edge. He shot his load into Grace, and she closed her eyes in anticipation.

-

Grace gasped and awoke in a sweat. It had been another dream, just as real as her previous ones. The superheroine sighed. She really needed to get laid again soon. The dreams were raw and sexual, but she didn't want to admit to herself that getting fucked by gangsters and thugs was so arousing. It had to be her dry spell. Grace closed her eyes and tried to complete her orgasm, but couldn't. Of course not, she thought grumpily. She turned back into her covers and drifted into restless sleep.

Weeks passed, and Grace was still sidelined. A temporary replacement hero had still not been chosen by CAPE, and crime had been rampant because of the police's incompetence. Cassie could tell that Grace was stressed out and frustrated, but Grace kept shutting her out. Grace hated seeing River City in disarray and hated even more that she wasn't allowed to do anything to help. The endless inaction was mind-numbing. Even sleep was no escape for her because she'd been having the same dream every night. Some faceless thug or enemy super fought her, and she always ended up on her knees with a cock in her mouth. Grace would always wake up sweating, aroused, and on the brink of climax, but her attempts to orgasm were fruitless. She had been only able to return to bed on-edge, barely getting any quality sleep night after night.

One day, Grace woke up and decided she'd had enough sitting around. Finding her crime-fighting clothes, Grace disrobed down to her panties to change. First, she put her hair up in a loose bun to keep it out of her face. Next, she slipped into her shorts and tank-top. The shorts were high-waisted and made of soft denim, perfect for comfort and flexibility. Her tank-top was cropped to show some of her midriff, and the thin material clung tightly to her chest. A faint outline of her nipples was visible and her shorts showed off her slender legs, but in her experience those qualities had only helped her by distracting enemies. Her modesty could take a back seat if it gave her an edge. Last, Grace put on boots, gloves, and a grey cloth mask to cover her mouth and nose. Ready to pick a fight, Grace headed out into the city.

She needed some action, but there weren't many places she could look. Grace no longer had access to any of the intel she gathered before, and she wasn't about to ask her team - former team, she mentally amended - for help. There were some old lumber factories on the outskirts of River City listed in the dossier, or she could go back to the Scarlet Lounge, the one place she knew had Three Kings gang activity, but the embarrassing memory of her sexual encounter made the idea unappealing. For her ego, she elected to canvas the abandoned factories.

The superheroine spent the entire afternoon fighting, threatening, and questioning any person she came across traversing the outskirts of River City to no avail. Most hadn't even been members of the Three Kings Gang, and those that were refused to snitch. Grace was getting disheartened at her lack of progress, but she was determined to get some quality intel; she was far from useless, like the police and Anthony seemed to think. From her perch on a rooftop, Grace spotted a gang member, distinguishable because of the blue crown stitched into his jacket. She floated down behind him silently and shoved him towards a nearby wall.

"What the fu-." Before the man could attack, she used her powers to construct indistinct bars of pale blue energy that lashed across his body and pinned him to the wall. She covered his mouth with her gloved hand.

"I do the talking. You only talk when I ask you a question." Her eyes glowed with powerful energy. She gave him the same barrage of questions she'd been using, but trailed off when she noticed his eyes were fixed on her chest pushing against the thin fabric of her top. She cut her interrogative tirade short as an idea came to her. She couldn't believe she was even considering it, but given her lack of progress she needed to take a risk. Hopefully, no one would ever find out.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" she asked.

"W-What?" he replied. No way he heard that correctly.

"Do. You. Want. Me. To. SUCK. YOUR. COCK." Her hand pressed softly on his crotch.

He hesitantly responded, "...Yeah?" It had to be some kind of trick. This was too good to be true.

"I thought so. You keep talking, I keep going. Understand?"

He nodded. The superheroine, standing and still staring him down, unzipped his pants and reached in. Her hand traced lines on his underwear, tantalizingly close but never quite touching his cock. She felt his member stiffen.

"Oh, yeah, if you tell anyone, I'll find you." The energy around her hands brightened to highlight her point. "And I'll make sure you don't tell anyone else. Got it?"

He gulped and nodded again.

"Good." Grace knelt down, removed her gloves, and started pulling down his pants.

"Could you... take off your shirt?" the thug asked.

She glared up at him. "Excuse me?"

"It'll help me. Please?"

Grace paused. "Fine." Of course he wanted to see her chest. She pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her pale and perky tits; her nipples stiffened after getting exposed to the cool evening air. Tossing her top aside, she turned back on the man in front of her.

"Thanks," he mumbled, not wanting to piss her off. She didn't reply, and finished pulling his pants down. His cock sprang out, fully erect. Grace involuntarily let out a low sigh, and tried to cover it up with a cough. His dick was huge. Seeing it made Grace realize how sexually frustrated she had been as a jolt of arousal made her pussy twitch. Focusing back to the task at hand, she pushed her facemask up to access her mouth while keeping her face partially covered. Grace gripped his shaft and slowly started stroking while looking up at the thug.

"Back to my questions: does the Three Kings Gang have a super? What powers do they have?" Her mouth enveloped his cock head after asking.

He gasped. Holy crap did her mouth feel good. It wouldn't matter if he told anyone. No one would ever believe the hero gave him a blowjob. He tried to gather his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah it's true. He's got psy powers or something. I - oh my god - I never seen him before so I can't - ooh - say for sure."

Grace took her mouth off his cock to talk, but kept stroking. "Hmm alright. What do the Three Kings use him for? They've got enough muscle to scare anyone already." She went back sucking, this time tightly suctioning his sensitive tip while her tongue swirled around. She wasn't going to say so out loud, but her body was getting increasingly flushed and aroused.

"Oh my... god," the thug moaned. "The only reason we need a super is to fight you. Everybody knows you're the biggest threat to our gang right now. You got the looks and the power. The cops ain't worth shit."

She scowled. "Flattery isn't going to get you a better blowjob. Why aren't you worried about the police?"

"I - ah - I don't know. Just that none of my guys are worried about them. They never - ah - catch nobody."

Grace stroked the thug's cock while she pondered his latest bit of gasped out information. It was concerning that the Three Kings Gang didn't care about the police, but the more pressing issue was the super.

"Alright, so, where can I find your super? Do you keep him in a central base?" The sexy superheroine felt her stiff nipples aching for attention. Deciding there was no harm in getting a little pleasure, she took her hands off the thug's cock and pinched her nipples. Grace let out a quiet moan. Since her hands were now otherwise occupied, she deepthroated his cock to keep him talking.

"Fuck... yeah, the bosses have a HQ somewhere around Rose Avenue downtown. They don't tell us exactly where it is though. We got jobs and - ah - tasks and shit to do at low-end buildings - fuck - like that warehouse you busted a few weeks ago."

That warehouse was a smaller operation? Grace was shocked but didn't interrupt. Spurned on by her diligent cock sucking, the thug kept talking.

"I think some - ah - some higher-ups are keeping him happy in a safehouse somewhere until he has to fight you. You haven't been around lately," he paused a moment to marvel at the superheroine so absorbed in sucking his dick, "so - ah - that's probably why he hasn't done much."

This time Grace had no follow up questions. Her clit was screaming for attention. She succumbed to her lust and reached a hand into her shorts to rub her aching pussy. The thug couldn't believe it. The hero was getting off on sucking his dick. She pressed her clit, furiously trying to get off, moaning around his cock all the while. To her credit, Grace never stopped sucking while she fingered herself. She seemed lost in sexual bliss. Her concentration broke, and the bindings around the thug disappeared.

The thug cautiously reached a hand down to her head. When she didn't push him away, he started thrusting into her throat, grabbing her hair for leverage. Grace moaned louder but didn't stop him. Damn, he thought, she was just taking it. He realized she was totally at his mercy. The hero was on her knees and his hands were free. He could capture her and get a promotion, or a reward. But, he probably wouldn't get a blowjob from a superhero this hot ever again. Better to let her keep going so he wouldn't piss her off. Suddenly, she stopped. He feared she might not finish him; he was so close too.

Grace was too focused on herself to notice that the thug was free of her powers. She could finally feel a climax approaching, and she reached for the physical bliss that had evaded her for weeks on end.

"Ahh!" she screamed as the elusive orgasm took hold of her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her flushed body. Grace closed her eyes and relished the sensation. She panted for a few moments of recovery, and put his cock right back in her mouth. She sucked and stroked with renewed vigor, eager to give the thug his reward.

"Uh, you got any more questions? I'm gonna cum." He might as well ask to stay on her good side.

The hero looked up at him with lust in her eyes.

"Where do you want to cum?"

His eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. "I wanna cum in your mouth!"

She latched her lips onto his cock head and pumped his shaft faster and faster. His cock tensed, then throbbed as he shot his load into her mouth

"Ah, ahh!" the man groaned.

"Mmm," the superheroine moaned. She continued to stroke his dick, pumping out every last drop, and swallowed his cum. Grace normally wouldn't, but she told herself it would make cleanup easier than spitting it out. Licking his cock clean, Grace stood up and gathered her clothes.

"I-I'd be happy to help again if you need it. I'll give you my number and you can let me know when you need help." He smiled sheepishly.

She glared daggers at him, which didn't work with his cum dripping from her mouth.

"Fine. I'll be in touch," she said curtly.

From a rooftop away, Masquerade smiled as she finished watching the blowjob that transpired. The hero was a slut, even if she didn't know it herself yet. Masquerade would need to pay her a private visit soon.

-

Under the dark night sky, Grace glided across rooftops back towards her base. The day had been exhausting, but at least she had a lead on the super. Rose Avenue was a good place to start searching for high-level Three Kings activity. Even blowing that random thug wasn't too bad. She released a lot of pent-up frustration and it didn't hurt that he had a nice cock. Grace was a little concerned she had lost control, but it was better than the Scarlet Lounge; she didn't beg this guy to fuck her this time. Still, a sensation flitted across her pussy as she thought about how it would be nice to have a cock inside her.

Brushing the thought aside as she entered her base, she saw silhouettes of Cassie and Anthony behind the door and steeled herself for the encounter. If she was going solo, Grace would need to move out soon. When she walked in though, it was different than she expected. Cassie was pale and wouldn't meet her eyes, and Anthony looked far more concerned than usual.

"What is it now?" Grace said rudely. "Did you find some new way to punish me?"

Anthony sighed. "Look, Grace I'm sor - nevermind. The thing is: CAPE called. They want to talk with you in person at Headquarters in Wind City."

"Those pencil-pushers?" Grace snorted. "Ok, yeah whatever."

"No, it's not them." Anthony shook his head. "It's the Triumvirate."