*****
Mary Marvel Joins Booster Gold�s Conglomerate
By Night Creeper
�I�m not joining, Booster Gold!�
�Oh come on, Batgirl!� Booster Gold pleaded.
�I�m going to try to say this as nice as possible . . . but I can�t. Look! You�re an idiot! Have you thought that maybe, just maybe, you should have recruited people for your own team before you made one?� Batgirl spoke as she placed her hands on her hips.
Booster Gold could feel his pants get tight around his crotch area. The man shook his head and pulled his eyes back to Batgirl�s face. �The Conglomerate is new. We need a face like yours,� the man smiled.
�Just because you weren�t happy when Batman assigned you to crowd control, doesn�t mean that you should form a new team. The Justice League will take you back.�
�I don�t want to go back to the Justice League!�
�Your loss. But I have to go. The Justice League is fighting villains tonight,� Batgirl spoke as she took her leave.
�Batgirl!� Booster Gold yelled as the woman walked away without even looking back. �This sucks,� the man snarled.
A few minutes later, a crowd of screaming people ran by him. �What�s going on?� he asked.
�The Justice League told us to run this way!� a man shouted as he ran by.

�It figures. I guess . . .� Booster Gold sighed as he looked up in the sky and saw something that resembled a comet hurtling toward him and the retreating crowd.
�LOOK OUT!!� people screamed as they darted away.
The object hit a building, crumbling a whole side. Luckily no one was hurt. Booster Gold scratched his head as Mary Marvel stumbled out from the collapsing building. �You okay?� he asked as he helped the woman stabilize her feet.
�Yea. I just got the wind knocked out of me,� Mary Marvel mumbled as she tried to shake the cobwebs.
�Batman is approaching,� Skeets spoke as he hovered next to Booster Gold.
�Thanks Skeets.�
�Are you okay, Mary?� Batman asked, not paying any attention to Batman.
�Yea sure.�
�I told you that your idea was a bad one. Next time, listen to me.�

�But . . .� �People could have been hurt. You�re just lucky that you�re not.�
�Okay. What do you want me to do?�
�Stay here.�
�But I . . .�
�Stay here!�
�I want to help!�
�You can stay here and help! Don�t be like him and cause trouble!� Batman spoke as he pointed at Booster Gold and walked away.
�Don�t worry. He talked to me like that all the time,� Booster Gold tried to comfort a sobbing Mary Marvel as she wept.
�I was only trying to help,� the woman sobbed.
�So was I, but he always talked to me like that.�
�How did you get him to stop?�
�I left.�
�So it�s true?�
�Yes. I formed the Conglomerate. We�re a substitute to the Justice League and one day, it will surpass the Justice League. We�ll fight crime without taking Batman�s crap!�
�How many members do you have?�
�One so far.�
�Uh . . .�
�Two if you count Skeets there.�
�How about three?� Mary Marvel asked as Booster Gold smiled and nodded.
Two Weeks Later
A few feet away, Booster Gold picked up another baseball and was about to throw it when he saw Captain Cold hiding behind a cut-out of a basketball player. With a smile on his face, he threw the baseball at Captain Cold, who fired his gun at Bizarro�s feet. Bizarro then slipped and rammed into Mary Marvel, who flew back and knocked Captain Cold off his feet, landing in his lap.
�Bizzaro feet cold. Cheetah gone. Bizzaro go find Cheetah,� the villain spoke as he flew into a wall and out the store.
Captain Cold tried to get up, but he felt Mary Marvel�s breasts against his chest. The warmth of her panting mouth was raining down onto his throat. Captain Cold could feel his heart race as he continued to lay there. And he was glad he did, especially when Mary began to stir. The barely conscious woman touched his face over and over again as she tried to get her bearings.
�Got you!� Booster Gold exclaimed as went up to Captain Cold and slapped on a pair of handcuffs just as the police poured into the sporting goods store.
*****
The Next Day
�I�m telling you, Mary! You did a great job! But I now know why we�ve been having all those problems nabbing bad guys!� Booster Gold spoke like a giddy school boy while watching the surveillance tape from the sporting goods store.
�And what is that?�
�We need you to change costumes. I�m not saying that you need to ear something as revealing as Wonder Woman�s, but you definitely need to get a smaller top. Maybe even showing some midriff.�
�I don�t think that�s necessary.�
�But we caught Captain Cold because of it. It�s our first major bust!�
�We got the dog . . .�
�He�s small potatoes. We caught Captain Cold!�
�I�m not changing my costume.�
�Please.�
�No.�
�Please with sugar on top?�
�No.�
�How about a cherry on top?�
�No.�
�Okay. Okay. I hear you loud and clear.�
*****
A Week Later
�I can�t believe we let all those villains get away!� Booster Cold yelled as he slammed his hands onto the table.
�Boss . . . I was able to record some of their conversations.�
�I know, but they�re all at a gentlemen�s club. We can�t get inside without being spotted. I think we should just let it go.�
�Wait,� Mary Marvel spoke. �Where are they?�
�The escaped super criminals from Gotham City are going to be holding a meeting at a gentlemen�s club,� Skeets reported.
�If we can get in, hit them with this stun grenade . . . we�ll have them all.�
�Let�s just burst in and nab them.�
�Too many of them. We�ll never get into the door. And if we did, they�ll be out of there before we can nab them.�
�There has to be a way.�
�There is.�
�Really?�
�You have to pretend to be one of the girls.�
�What?�
�You distract them and throw the grenade. They�ll think it�s part of the act and before they know what hit them, they�ll have a nasty headache and we can bust them then. Think of the publicity after the catch.�
�I don�t know . . .�
�Think of how many villains we�ll be able to lock up.�
�I . . .�
�Think how much it�s going to hurt Batman when he finds out that we caught the criminals from Gotham City before he could.�
�But . . .�
�Batman would be incensed!� �Maybe.�
�I�m not saying that you have to take off your clothes. Just something skimpy. Tease them before you knock them silly.�
�It has possibility,� Mary Marvel spoke as she pictured an angry Batman.

A Week Later

�I�ll see what I can do,� Skeets spoke as he flew toward two bodies struggling on the floor. Skeets was just in time as Captain Cold tossed Mary Marvel into the air and grabbed his ray gun. But before he could fire, Skeets ran into the back on his head, causing him to drop his gun. At the same time, Mary Marvel fell on top of him and knocked him to the ground. Her breasts were pressed against his face as the man froze in place.
�Are you okay?� Booster Gold inquired as he helped Mary Marvel to her feet.
�I am, but he seems to be out of it,� Mary Marvel spoke as she pointed at Captain Cold, who had a huge smile on his face.
�I can�t blame him.�
�You�re such a kidder.�
�Enough laughs!� Cheetah warned as she held the ray gun. She pointed it at the two heros, giving Captain Cold a chance to get up. �Take the gun and keep them covered. I�ll get the money and return.�
�No problem,� Captain Cold spoke as he aimed his gun.
�Perhaps we should distract him?� Skeets asked.
�And how are we going to do that? He�s looking right at us,� Booster Gold informed Skeets.
Mary Marvel thought about what Booster Gold said and how Captain Cold reacted. The young woman stuck an innocent looking face as her hands shoot up to her breasts. She smiled internally when she saw the ray gun begin to shake. �Please Captain Cold . . . don�t freeze me,� she spoke in a girly voice as she took slow and steady steps toward Captain Cold.
�I . . .� the evil man stammered as his eyes were glued to her chest. Before he knew it, Mary Marvel was standing right in front of him. The ray run wasn�t even pointed at her when she lightly bumped him in the chest with hers. Then with a wry smile, the woman knocked the ray gun out of his hands and then knocked the man to the ground with a quick punch.
Booster Gold immediately grabbed the ray gun and pointed it at Captain Cold. �Freeze!� he shouted as Mary Marvel shot him a quick smile.
*****
*****
That Night
�Huntress and Black Canary are calling me directly now,� Mary Marvel moaned as she slowly pumped herself back and forth on Booster Gold�s tool. The woman was planting kisses on his head as he sucked and kissed her breasts while his hands groped them. �Batgirl is getting on my nerves and Batman is dead to me now. His jealousy is just too much to bear.�
�I . . . I got some information about some criminals today . . .� Booster Gold panted in between kisses.
�Really? We could use another bust.�
�A cop . . . told me . . . that they�ll . . . be at a club.�
�Great! I�ll don the t-shirt and jeans!�
�No dice.�
�Why not?�
�It�s a different club.�
�How different?�
�Wet t-shirt, but no bra . . . no jeans either . . . tight short shorts . . . all strippers . . .�
�That is different.�
�I told . . . told the cop . . . that we . . . we would not accept the case.�
�You did what?�
�Too dangerous.�
�But who is there?�
�Joker . . . Riddler . . . Penguin . . . big names.�
�We have to get them!�
�Too dangerous.�
�That�s not the issue. We have a duty to protect the public. If we know they are there then we need to catch them.�
�Too dangerous . . . don�t want . . . to see you hurt.�
�That�s sweet, but I won�t get hurt.�
�No.�
�Yes.�
�No.�
�Then I�ll just have to convince you to agree with me,� Mary Marvel replied with a mischievous grin.
*****
Later
Mary Marvel wore a blue tube top and blue hot pants. She walked uncomfortably on her high heels and the mask she wore, limited her vision. The young woman saw the various club members. She couldn�t pick out any famous criminals, but she did notice that several of them all belonged to various mobs and gangs. The woman felt cheap in her outfit and felt even worse when one of the criminals would touch her legs. Some even went as far as spanking her ass. Each time, the woman fought the anger and shrugged it off. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before she would be able to bring them all down as Booster Gold and the cops stormed the place. All she had to do was wait.
�Nice ass,� one of the mobsters spoke as he slapped her ass. Instead of beating the man senseless, Mary Marvel turned and smiled at the man, burning his face into her mind before she walked away.
�Damn man, you scared another one away,� one of the man�s friends blurted out.
�Whatever. There�s plenty of bitches in here,� the mobster laughed.
Mary Marvel wanted to shake her head as she walked by a sentry, who was holding a gun. The man was standing next to one of the few windows. The glass prevented outsiders from seeing inside, but gave anyone inside a clear view of what was happening outside. At that very moment, she could see a few police cars with their lights off, drive by the building. The young woman�s eyes lingered a little too long as the man with the gun tried to peak out the window. Sensing his move, Mary Marvel remembered the effects of rubbing herself against Captain Cold. Without any hesitation, she pressed herself against the guard. �Say big boy, what�s with the gun?� she cooed.
�I . . . I . . .� the man stammered.
�You�re cute,� she smiled as she touched his face with her hand. She could feel man�s face beginning to warm up.
�I . . .�
�Shhhhh,� Mary Marvel spoke as she moved her head from to side to side to see who was watching them before catching a glance at the window to see where the cops were.
The guard was about to say something, but, the doors to the club flung open. �Everyone freeze!� Booster Gold shouted as several SWAT team and regularly uniformed officers stormed into the room. The guard tried to use his gun, but Mary Marvel easily wrestled it away from him and punched his lights out while some of the people inside tried to flee. The woman looked and saw the mobster from earlier. Within seconds, she tackled the man to the floor and slugged him in the back before giving his butt a good kick.
�What part of freeze didn�t you understand?� Mary Marvel said sarcastically.
�We got them!� Booster Gold exclaimed as she ran up to Mary Marvel.
�And you said it would be dangerous,� Mary Marvel smiled back at him before she leaned up and pressed herself against him, feeling incredibly safe.
*****
Two Weeks Later
Batgirl was a little surprised by the outfit that Mary Marvel was wearing. She was use to seeing the woman wearing a one piece uniform, but now the young heroine had opted for a two piece. Mary Marvel�s top ended a few inches below her breasts and showed off plenty of skin around her stomach. Her skirt was also half the length of her old uniform. She still had wrist guards and cape. �Is everything alright?� Batgirl asked.
�Things are great!� Mary Marvel replied excitedly. �We�ve busted an entire mob family and several families are going to go under since we caught numerous informants and money collectors. We busted about eight clubs!�

*****
Two Weeks Later
Mary Marvel had been in over ten clubs in the last two weeks, wearing skimpy outfits, but always with a mask. She had allowed the sleazy criminals to touch her, much to her chagrin, but her saving grace was that each one was arrested within a few hours and best of all, she would celebrate the arrest with Booster Gold in his bed. Currently, she was wearing a red mid-drift top, a red micro-skirt, and a red mask. She had to constantly change her outfits from club to club in order to get in. Not to mention the fact that she wanted to make sure that she wouldn�t be identified. Thus, she had increased her wardrobe over the last few weeks, often parading the outfits for Booster Gold. Before she could look around anymore, a commotion started behind her.
A few feet behind Mary Marvel, a mobster hit another woman and was pointing a gun at her head. Suddenly, Mary and some of the other girls rushed to the woman�s aid by begging the mobster to put the gun away. �Shut up! She�s the informant!� the man yelled as his friends watched without reacting.
�She�s not! She�s not!� the women replied, trying to defuse the situation.
�She is!�
�No! She�s not!�
�Please! Put the gun down!� Mary Marvel pleaded.
Eventually, the owner of the club came over. �I�m sorry, Mr. Baines! But she�s been working here for years! She�s not an informant!� the club owner tried to convince the mobster.
�She was asking me all sorts of questions!� Baines growled.
�I just wanted to know what he wanted to drink,� the woman sobbed.
�It�s an honest mistake. I understand. Please . . . put the gun down. No one has to get hurt. If you put the gun down . . . I�ll let you sleep with one of the girls,� the owner spoke.
�How about that one?� Baines asked as he pointed at Mary Marvel while taking the gun off his hostage�s head..
�You got it!� the owner quickly agreed.
�I beg your pardon,� Mary Marvel said to the owner.
�What is this?� the mobster asked as he pointed the gun at the woman�s head again.
The woman shrieked in fear as Mary Marvel took a deep breath. She didn�t want to sleep with the man, but she wanted to save the woman�s life. �Okay,� she reluctantly agreed.
The mobster holstered his gun and tossed his hostage to his friends. �Boys, these two maybe in cahoots. If I�m not back in a thirty minutes, feel free to shoot the woman,� Baines sneered.
�What if you�re still riding the bitch hard?� one of his friends asked.
�If it exceeds thirty, I�ll give you a call. Either I�ll call or this moaning piece of meat will do it,� the man laughed as he gave Mary Marvel�s ass a good swat. The woman wanted to hit him, but restrained herself. Instead, she pushed up against him, allowing him to escort her away from the table.
*****
Minutes Later
Mary Marvel was in a hidden bedroom with Mr. Baines, a mobster. Unlike the times she spent with Booster Gold, the man was not lying on the bed. Instead, he made her move in front of him and drop to her knees. The man then unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. There were hairs around the base, but that was it. �Go ahead,� the man spoke.
�I don�t do this,� Mary Marvel replied.
�Then that girl is dead in thirty minutes.�
Mary Marvel thought for a few seconds. She had never done this before and Booster Gold had never asked. The young woman was unsure what to do and yet, she didn�t know how to do what he wanted either. However, she didn�t want to see the young woman get killed. �I don�t know how,� she meekly replied.
�What?� the man scoffed.
�I don�t . . .�
�I�ll teach you then, but you have to follow my orders or the girl dies,� the man spoke as Mary Marvel reluctantly nodded. �First things first. Kiss the head of my cock, bitch!� Mary Marvel hated what the man was calling her and telling her what to do, but she complied. She gingerly kissed the head of the man�s dick, only to receive a hard slap. �Not good enough! Try again!� the man snarled. Mary Marvel took a deep breath and pretended that she was going to kiss Booster Gold. She smacked her lips, wetting them before wrapping them around the man�s dick and kissing them, slobbering her tongue all over the head.
�Better! Now, lick it like an ice cream cone. And I want you to lick all of it,� the man spoke. Once again, Mary Marvel complied. She wrapped her right hand around the base and licked his dick like an ice cream cone. Some times her lips touched the member, some times it didn�t. Some times, she turned her head and some times she didn�t. Regardless, the woman�s tongue was feverishly moving along the sides of his dick.
While Mary Marvel sucked, the man reached down and pulled up her top. Then he began to squeeze and knead her breasts. �I�m doing this to save the girl�s life,� a disgusted Mary Marvel repeated again and again in her mind.
�Nice tits,� the man commented as the woman continued to lick his dick, reminding herself why she was doing it so she wouldn�t stop and gag since his dick was getting larger and larger, not to mention that she could smell his foul stench.
After a few more minutes, the man couldn�t wait any longer. He released her tits and grabbed her face before ramming his dick into Mary Marvel�s mouth. The young woman had to fight her instincts to prevent herself from gagging and biting his dick off. But before she knew it, the man was violently ramming his dick in and out of her mouth, blocking her air supply at the same time. The woman would grunt every time he rammed his dick into her mouth. She could also feel his hairs scratching against her chin with every thrust. Eventually, she begins to taste something salty in her mouth as the man is grunting loudly.
�Get ready, you fucking bitch!� the man growled as arched his back and shot his load into the woman�s mouth.
�Agggg!� Mary Marvel screamed as she inadvertently swallowed his seed again and again to prevent herself from suffocating. And when he pulled out of her mouth, she collapsed onto the floor, coughing repeatedly as his seed dribbled out from her mouth.
The man didn�t hesitate as he pushed her onto the bed. The still coughing Mary Marvel tried to stand, but the man kept on pushing her back down. �Hands and knees, bitch!� the man growled as Mary Marvel complied. She then felt the man place his hands on her panties, squeezing her butt cheeks. �Nice ass,� complimented the man. Mary Marvel didn�t reply and the man didn�t care as he tore off her panties in one mighty tug. Then he slapped her ass a few times. �Very good ass,� the man snickered as he parted her cheeks.
�Please,� Mary Marvel begged.
�You want it long and hard? Well babe, I can do that,� the man laughed.
�No you won�t!� a man shouted from the doorway.
�Holy shit!� the mobster exclaimed as he tried to pull up his pants. But it was too late. Booster Gold had charged and knocked him unconscious.
�Thank you!� Mary Marvel exclaimed gleefully as she hugged her lover.
�Glad to help. The cops have arrested everyone and will come get this guy in a few minutes,� Booster Gold spoke. �Which is a good thing because it will take a few minutes before I can hide . . .�
�We�ll put that into good use later,� Mary Marvel smiled as she pulled herself away and saw her lover�s huge boner pressing against his costume.
*****
Two Weeks Later
Batgirl sat in her seat, drinking Booster Gold Power Drink with Mary Marvel, who was decked out in a red mid-drift top and a red micro-skirt. Neither woman said a word as they watched the TV reporter, who was showing another bust by Booster Gold and Mary Marvel. When the reported stopped talking, Batgirl pulled her gaze away from the television set. �Is that mid-drift outfit really working for you?� Batgirl asked.
Mary Marvel didn�t reply as she thought of the numerous criminals she had caught in the last few weeks. She remembered how they dropped their weapons when they saw her. Some kept a hold of their weapons, but were unable to fire them. Others simply stood frozen in place, their eyes locked on her. Regardless, their hostages were never hurt and Booster Gold had been able to nab every single one of the criminals.
�Mary. Earth to Mary. Is that mid-drift outfit really working for you?� Batgirl asked again.
Once again, Mary Marvel didn�t reply. This time around, she was busy remembering how accessible her body was for Booster Gold. The night they returned from the club, she was so hot for him. She basically pulled her top up and assumed the position that they mobster wanted to fuck her. This time however, she was fucked by Booster Gold. She remembered his dick pumping in and out of her dripping sex while he held onto her breasts, using them for leverage. Her thoughts then drifted to other places were she was fucked from behind. There were the numerous tables, the staircase, an alleyway, the shower, and the bed to name a few. She had even resorted to drink the Booster Gold Drink to keep her stamina and energy level up.
�Is that mid-drift outfit really working for you?� Batgirl asked.
�What?� Mary Marvel inquired.
�Is that mid-drift outfit really working for you?�
�Have you seen the number of criminals we caught in the last two weeks?�
�I couldn�t have missed it if I wanted to. The news have been reporting each one. However, they aren�t as concerned with the busts as much as the outfit.�
�Don�t be jealous. Batman may be able to catch more criminals if he got some implants,� Mary Marvel snickered.
�Batman isn�t happy about your . . .�
�Who cares! Batman is washed up!� Mary Marvel yelled as she stood up. �Wait!� Batgirl spoke as she stood up.
�Don�t worry. I�m leaving the bag with the mix. I only need two containers for Black Canary and Huntress. Perhaps I�ll stay longer next time. Just don�t bring up Batman,� Mary Marvel spoke as she took two containers and flew away.
�Whatever,� Batgirl muttered, knowing full well that it was Mary Marvel who brought up Batman and not her. In fact, she hardly ever spoke of Batman. She was no longer passing on Batman�s messages to Mary Marvel. Now the only times that she saw Mary Marvel was when she ordered the mix from Booster Gold�s site.