This is just part one, I absolutely intend to continue this, I have a whole character arc and some themes planned out, so look forward to that, and enjoy!
As always, if you like what you see, [redacted][/pre-story]
FOR BOOTY! Part 1
In a single moment, the quiet, sterile atmosphere of the First Ohio Credit Union lobby was shattered as the entire building suddenly shook with a massive impact. The exterior wall cracked, buckled, and crumbled, the mortar between the cinderblocks giving way, posters of smiling people talking about loan rates suddenly buried in rubble as a massive, wooden object plowed through the wall. Somebody screamed, and the winding line of people waiting for a teller broke apart as they scrambled away from the shattered wall, knocking over stanchions and tripping over the retractable ropes linking them together. The object came to a stop, and for a moment, there was silence as everyone in the bank collectively struggled to comprehend what they were looking at. The prow of a wooden ship had plowed through the wall, complete with a figurehead, the image of a naked, extremely curvy woman looming over the crowd of stunned patrons. This was made all the more confusing by the fact that there wasn’t even a LAKE for miles around, let alone an ocean suitable for such a ship.
Then, over the railing they came pouring, a motley group of men and women of every description. The only things they really had in common was that they were all attractive and barely dressed. Some work skimpy speedos and bikinis, others lacy lingerie, the men were nearly all shirtless, as were some of the women, and some were just completely naked, apart from belts looped around their waists to hold their gear. There was a black woman who wore only a pair of skintight lycra short shorts, her full breasts bouncing free, capped by dark nipples pierced through with thick golden rings, who grinned wickedly as she drew a cutlass from the sheathe on one hip and a basket-hilted dildo from the sheathe on the other. There was a slender Japanese man with sprawling, colorful tattoos, his chest and shoulders covered in intricate images of cherry blossoms and dragons, who wore a lacy black thong and matching thigh-highs attached to a garter belt.
The invaders swiftly rushed out into the bank lobby, some moving to block the exits, some rushing to subdue the staff, and others taking up defensive positions around the ship’s bow. They didn’t say anything, just grinned and chuckled to themselves for a moment, before a lone figure stepped out onto the prow of the ship, one leg raised as she planted a peg leg on the railing just above the busty figurehead. She was not tall, nor was she spectacularly curvy, but her presence seemed much larger than her body. A gold-fringed tricorn hat with a purple-and-green peacock feather sat atop bright, copper-red curls, loosely pulled back into a practical ponytail. Her green eyes glimmered with satisfaction as she grinned cockily atop the prow. She wore only a bright red jacket, trimmed and embellished with gold and studded with medals, draped over her shoulders like a cape, the empty, frill-cuffed sleeves gently blowing at her sides, despite the lack of wind. She was completely naked otherwise, apart from a single, knee-high, cuffed boot on her non-peg leg, and obviously did not mind, thrusting her chest out proudly, displaying her pert, palm-filling breasts. Her skin was pale, but liberally dusted with cinnamon freckles, a dense band of them running across her face, from cheekbone to cheekbone and over her nose in the middle, and across her chest, following the gentle slopes of her upper breasts. Between her thighs, the lips of her womanhood glistened, smooth-shaven, though she’d left a thicket of copper curls just above them
The red-haired woman looked out over the gathered bank patrons, her grin widening, chest puffing out and she drew in a deep breath. “WE BE HERE-” She shouted, thrusting a fist into the air, her crew joining in the gesture as they cheered the next part in unison. “-FOR BOOTY!” They roared, the shout devolving into whoops and cheers as the bank patrons and staff looked this way and that, deeply confused. The captain grinned and let the crew settle down for a moment, before crossing her arms across her chest. “I be Erika the Red, cap’n o’ the Pearl Necklace! And we be here to relieve ye of yer valuables! So, ladies and gents- get strippin’!” She commanded with a hearty laugh and a sweeping gesture.
For a moment, the people didn’t do anything, not quite believing what was going on, but then the crew drew a step closer, swords raised threateningly, and they got the message. It started with watches, jewelry, cell phones, wallets, keys, and the like, but as the people ran out of valuables to shed, and the crew continued to insist they strip, soon people began taking off shirts and climbing out of pants entirely. “Ye can keep yer knickers on.” The Japanese man in the garter belt assured the patrons. “That is, unless ye feel like strippin’ off. Ain’t gonna stop you.” He added with a grin, wiggling an eyebrow at a tall brunette. She scowled in his direction for a moment, then turned away with a huff, crossing her arms over her modest chest. He simply smirked and shook his head, shrugging it off as another pirate elbowed him playfully in the side.
The captain grinned, watching the events unfolding smoothly, eyeing the huddle of customers and keeping an eye on the back of the bank where the rest of the crew was already working on the vault. “Cap’n?!” A voice suddenly called from the far side of the bank, and Erika sighed. So much for smooth. She leapt from the prow of the ship, sticking the landing as she hit the tiled floor, and strode toward the source of the voice, peg-leg tapping rhythmically as she walked. She rounded the corner into the carpeted section the bank used for more private consultations and loan negotiations and such, and came upon one of the crew, a lanky, tan-skinned pirate wearing a black skull-and-crossbones speedo, standing awkwardly in the door to one of the offices, inside which was a rather… shapeless blonde woman squirming in a chair, bright red in the face and sniffling.
“What be the problem, Gomez?” Erika demanded, impatiently crossing her arms.
“Well, uh… she won’t strip, cap’n. She said she couldn’t do it in front o’ people, so I took her over here for some privacy. She took off two sweaters, but she just starts tearin’ up when I tell her to keep going…” the pirate explained in a hushed tone.
Erika blinked at him for a moment, then shook her head and sighed. “...Gomez, we’re gonna have a talk about how ya treat prisoners.” She muttered, then pushed past him into the cubicle, staring down the woman. “Alright, lass, we be on a schedule, here, so on yer feet!” the captain barked, and the woman jumped to her feet with a small yelp. The captain raised an eyebrow. Standing, it was clear enough her earlier assessment of her as ‘shapeless’ was very, very wrong. Not that she made it easy to tell, what with the layers of baggy clothes she wore, draped over her like sheets. The realization gave Erika pause and made her take a second look at her. Her face betrayed that she wasn’t actually fat under all those clothes, slender, with fine cheekbones and a pointed chin. She wore no makeup, no lipstick on her full, pink lips, no blush (well, no makeup, at least) on her cheeks, and there was no eyeshadow or eyeliner around the bright blue eyes behind the thick-rimmed glasses she wore. She had long, silky blonde hair that would have been quite glamorous if it weren’t tied up in a messy bun, high on the back of her head. Erika shook her head. Such a waste. But she was here with a purpose. “Now. Lose the layers, ‘fore I lose me temper.” She ordered, narrowing her eyes threateningly.
The woman’s blush darkened, and she squirmed uncomfortably. “P-please, miss captain ma’am, please don’t m-make me- I couldn’t- I couldn’t handle it if- if people knew...”
The captain arched an eyebrow. “Knew what? That ye been hidin’ curves enough to make a siren green? Ye got nothin’ to be ashamed of, lass.” Erika grinned.
The woman’s blush spread, engulfing her entire face, and she squirmed beneath the captain’s gaze. “Oh- oh my, um, th-thank you, captain ma’am, but, um… n-no, that’s not, um…” She stammered, chewing her lip nervously.
Erika sighed and shook her head, reaching into a pocket of her coat. “Lass, I get what ye feelin’, but I don’t got time ta talk ye through all yer insecurities.” She muttered, producing a jeweled dagger and, before she could even react, the captain had stepped forward and hooked the curved blade on the bottom hem of her top. “Best keep still.” She warned, and then, with a sudden, sweeping upward motion, ripped the dagger up through the woman’s top from hem to collar, splitting it completely open. The shredded material fell apart before the woman could react, revealing what lay beneath, an overstuffed sports bra that struggled in vain to control quite possibly the largest breasts Erika had ever seen, with a fresh gash right in the middle providing a window into a deep trench of pale, creamy cleavage. Erika’s eyes widened with a touch of awe. She could have stuck a finger in there and those pillowy mounds would have swallowed her hand up to the wrist!
The woman made a strangled squeaking noise, and Erika’s gave flicked up to her face, to see the blonde woman’s face was entirely engulfed by her furious blush, the redness spreading all the way to her ears and way down to her collarbone. Her eyes were wide with panicked shame and she bit her lower lip hard enough to make the pink flesh go white. Erika felt a momentary pang of guilt… and then noticed something. The woman’s hands didn’t go to her torn top to try and hold it together or even try to cover her mountainous breasts, instead, they went down to the crotch of her baggy sweatpants. Her hips pushed back and her thighs squeezed together, rather than hiding her chest, the pose practically put them on display. There was something more going on here than your typical self-consciousness… and now Erika was determined to find out what.
“Now, the pants.” Erika commanded.
“P-please, I-” The woman stammered, eyes watering slightly.
A grin spread across Erika’s features. “Alright, well, if ye really don’t want to…” She sighed, shaking her head with a shrug.
The woman blinked in surprise, relaxing a fraction. “R-really?”
Suddenly, Erika was right up against the busty blonde, her perky, freckled mounds pressed into the woman’s massive, pillowy-soft melons through her sports bra. “...Of course, I’ll still need to do a pat-down. Can’t have ye hidin’ any treasure from me.” She grinned, face inches from the blonde’s as she suddenly thrust one hand down, pushing past her captive’s hands and delving into her groin, fingers curling to roughly grope her through the sweatpants.
Erika wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting to find there, just that the woman wanted to hide it, and that was enough to pique her curiosity. She certainly wasn’t expecting to find something… big. The woman squeaked again and tried to tug at Erika’s wrist, but the pirates greedy fingers had already closed around her prize, and the flustered blonde’s strength faltered when she gave it a squeeze. A look of surprise crossed Erika’s features, turning into one of full-blown shock in just a moment, but it quickly twisted into a wickedly playful grin. “Looks looks like I found somethin’... feels like a weapon, and a big one, at that! I’m gonna need a closer look…” She purred, teasingly, giving the thing a firm squeeze. The woman squeaked again, a shudder running up her spine...
“Cap’n!”
Emily’s expression suddenly fell into a scowl, and her head turned. Gomez stood there in the doorway to the little cubicle, looking nervous as ever, but now Jackson stood at his side, the ebony beauty’s skin shimmering, the thick golden rings hanging from her dark nipples gleaming in the fluorescent light. “...This better be important, Jackson, I be in the middle of somethin’, here.”
The woman nodded, gold-beaded dreadlocks swaying softly. “Aye, cap’n, I know better. We be haulin’ the last o’ the loot from the vault now, and Jamie spotted flashin’ lights comin’ up the road.” She reported, quickly.
Emily heaved a sigh and pulled away from the blonde woman, turning to face her crew. “Alright, we best be castin’ off. Gomez, tell Lee to move the prisoners into the vault.” She ordered, and Gomez nodded, rushing off into the lobby. Erika paused, and turned around again to face the nearly-shirtless blonde once more, narrowing her eyes. “...What’s yer name, lass?” She demanded.
The woman blinked behind her glasses, thoroughly thrown for a loop. “...M-Marie. Marie LeClair.”
Erika grinned, a broad, manic grin that promised wicked intentions. “Well, Marie Marie Leclair, how would ye like to go on an adventure?” She asked, then wiggled an eyebrow suggestively. “-a SEXY adventure?”
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