Zeke finds out more about her as he follows Beth to her car.

Zeke followed Beth out into the parking garage by way of the employee entrance. She had a great ass. She was a bit “normal” but he would take care of that later. She had gorgeous red hair so he couldn’t make her die it, but piercings, tattoos, maybe shaving the side of her head… there were endless possibilities.

“Do you live alone?” he asked as they walked along.

“Not anymore. I had a boyfriend but he liked to take out his miscomings on me. I have a restraining order against him that was just finalized yesterday,” Beth answered, uncommonly forthcoming to this blue-haired stranger.

“So you’re straight… sexually, that is?”

“All my life. I’m pretty boring really,” by this time they were standing in front of a Honda Civic that she was inserting a key into. Zeke walked around to the passenger door and climbed in as she hit the automatic lock.

After both were inside, Beth locked the doors then immediately leaned over and started kissing him, hard, and with a lot of tongue. Zeke pushed her back a bit and said, “this doesn’t seem like boring to me.”

“I don’t know what it is,” Beth explained in between her french-kiss ****, “but there’s something about you that makes me want to FUCK you.” The extra emphasis on the cuss word made both of them hornier than before and their hands began to explore each other’s bodies.

Just then, a knock on the window interrupted the unlikely lovers. A large man, who seemed to be past the point of stereotype, looked through the driver’s window at them. “Beth!” he screamed, get the fuck out of that car right now! Who the hell is that fucker? I’m going to mess him up!”

“Shit, it’s Jerrod,” Beth scrambled to get the keys into the ignition.

“Wait,” said Zeke as he pulled the bone from his shirt pocket where he had placed it, “I think it’s time you started sticking up for yourself. What say you take on a bit of a vigilante mentality, eh?”

Beth stared back at him, confused.

“Do you have a weapon?” he asked her, a slight smile forming on his mouth.

“I have a handgun in the glove compartment.”

Zeke wasn’t expecting this. He took it out and handed it to her.

“You know how to use this well. In fact, you possess all the knowledge and confidence in wielding hand weapons that if ever tested, you would rate the highest proficiency expert in the city. As for the attitude, you can’t stand pigs like these… like Jerrod. You are the ultimate super hero for the abused woman.”

Jerrod was pounding on the window now. Beth was mesmerized by Zeke’s speech and just sat there, soaking it all in, feeling the power consuming her. Zeke, realized that she might forget the need to fuck him, so he added, “Oh, but you still love sex. In fact, your super hero name is the Stripping Avenger. You fight crime with your gun and your shirt off.” Okay, so it was stupid, but he was just having fun with her.

Beth, unlocked the door, took the gun, and pushed the door open with such **** that it knocked Jerrod to the pavement. Keeping her gun targeted on Jerrod, she began stripping. Both men were taken aback by this and remained still, watching as her breasts were slowly revealed to both of them.

Her well rounded bosoms were insanely sexy with her bright red panties and hoop ear rings, while brandishing her fire arm. Zeke was proud of himself. He had taken an otherwise nice and attractive girl and changed her in one small speech into this comic book persona… kind’a stupid, really, but damn sexy.

“So, you low life scum. You think beating women is a way to prove your manhood?” Beth yelled at Jerrod. “Time to say goodbye to your old days of being in control. Because your life is now owned by the Stripping Avenger.”

“Yeah, we need to work on the name,” snickered Zeke to himself.