Thunderstrike (Male)

I never knew what kind of danger Monarch City truly faced. I foolishly believed the minor criminals were the biggest threat I might encounter. I wasn’t one of the bigger heroes like Cloak and Dagger, or Voltage. I had briefly worked with Voltage as a sidekick, hence my code name.

My name is Jeremiah Hall. By day, I am a simple employee at a modeling agency. By night, I am Thunderstrike, the superhero. I wasn’t a particularly powerful hero, my only powers being mild super-strength, and a thunderclap, Voltage had playfully called it. My thunderclap was a sort of shock wave that sent enemies around me flying. It wasn’t particularly long range, but it was good for large clusters of enemies without guns.

As I was walking down the street, my phone buzzed with a text. I pulled out my phone and saw the name on the screen. Rahmi.

She was actually Voltage, and holy hell was she hot. I fantasized about my superheroine mentor a LOT. She was my age, with amazing tits, a large but firm ass, and gorgeous olive skin. I had shared a bed with her once on a road trip, and it had been excruciating. I was rock hard the whole time, and dear God, Rahmi was a cuddler in her sleep.

“Hey, Jeremy! Wanna grab some dinner? I need to talk about some problems I’m having.” the text read. I nodded, and remembered abruptly she couldn’t see me.

“Sounds good!” I texted back. She texted back a smiley face and a yellow heart, her usual signature. Rahmi was the daughter of a very rich man, and I was nobody. Imagine her father’s surprise if he was to ever meet me!