Gogo Tomago

Another night moving through the city, into places people wouldn’t dare explore. By how out of the way, the need for athletic abilities to perform such feat to traverse the urban playground. That Gogo herself had sped through daily.

Over the rooftops of unknown buildings, that dotted the bright shining city. Gogo launches herself from each one with ease doing her usual patrol.

Flinging her body wrapped in black latex, covered over the gaps between buildings. The air rush over her body feeling as there were no barriers that her clothes provide. Freedom of movement of her as legs strides across the floor it keeping a vacuum to her as a second skin. Keeping up with the friction, stretching, and steamy skin that suction along her body. Tracing the curves she built that occasions dwell more on her bottom-hugging her. Sensation as the outline of her ass crack sketched, with it also wrapping the beads of sweat. Caused by the punting of stones be her legs to ensure she can reach her destination.

Drifting to a stop, camping ready for her to continue blitzing through the route she planned in her head.

She spotted a silhouette of a woman. Entering a building that could be anything from a lab, factory, or housing. The only thing she knows is that a string of high-end robberies had been taking place.

Before she could continue her relaxed thinking.

Some lights painted the monochrome building through the large windows. That spilled a distorting mist. Pouncing to the Earth she continues to the strange abandoned building alone.