I began working on RAVENS the end of last year and had a very different idea for it as I began creating the characters of the story. Originally, I was thinking of going YA and keeping this a funny and upbeat story of some superhero crime fighters similar to Birds of Prey and Charlie’s Angels. But with the release of girl/Mistress and the success I am having with it, I decided that I am going to stick with writing Lesbian Erotica for a while and see where this genre takes me. With that said, RAVENS is sticking to the idea of crime fighting superheros with a little dirty twist. Now the actual sensual scenes will come later… but here is the first look at chapter 1 before any edits have taken place.

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Pulling her Detroit Tigers baseball cap over her eyes to shield her from the brilliant sun’s rays, Alex glanced to the left then to the right as she made sure she had the correct businessman in her sights. She pulled her grey hoodie over her head to hide her chestnut brown locks. With a silent grunt, she pushed her way through the crowded sidewalk, as the morning rush headed to their appropriate buildings.

She stayed close to the person wearing a business suit and carrying a black briefcase, but not enough to cause any reason for this person to be nervous even though he was. Alex could see the sweat dripping down the back of his neck. Though the sun’s rays made the sky white, it wasn’t hot enough to have men in suits sweating from the heat. Something made him uneasy. Alex also.

Alex grew up in a military family; both her parents were lifers in the military. As soon as she, as well as her older brother, was able to walk, began training for her military life. By age five, she was able to take apart a gun and put it back together blindfolded. There was never an option for anything else.

Home schooled her whole life; Alex knew nothing but a military life style. Up before dawn, running with the entire family five miles before the sun every coming up. Breakfast then schooling. Lunch then combat training. Dinner then homework. She was in bed by nine o’clock. The only time she was able to take time off her strict militant life style was during family vacations and that was when Alex got tastes of the life she wanted to live.

There was no doubt in her parent’s minds that Alex was to go into the service. Her brother, when he turned eighteen, took his training and joined the Air Force. Alex could join whichever branch of the military she wanted, but it was what was expected.

Her father had trained his son and her daughter differently as he developed their skills and was proud that his son chose the Air Force as it fit him. Alex, on the other hand, had a different plan from her father. Based on her abilities, he was grooming her to take a spot of an elite team soldiers that didn’t fall in to any particular branch.

The government created a special team called Rescat, it’s soldiers were known just as Cats, who handle international territories and rescues prisoners of war and terrorists. The Cats trained in rescue missions, which meant combat training, artillery, languages. Alex was ahead of all the other candidates for the program because she father had made sure of it. Only accepted based on recommendation from other military officers; Alex’s father was her ticket into a special club that she wanted no part of.

On Alex’s eighteenth birthday, she didn’t have a party like most kids her age; she spent her birthday in a conference with the Generals of The Cats proving that she was a worthy candidate for the program. Her father sat in the wings as she answered all their questions and demonstrated her skills. He had no doubts that his daughter would shine and she did just as expected.

In a week, she shipped off to a based in the middle of the dessert with twenty other students. Just because she made the cut to enter the program, didn’t actually mean she was a Cat. She would still need to her training. Out of the twenty candidates, only five will actually make it into the team. Most would transfer down to one of the lower branches when they failed, but for those who can handle the vigorous and torturous training it will be a competition.

It wasn’t that Alex couldn’t compete with other in her group, nor was there ever a doubt that she couldn’t pass; it just wasn’t what she wanted. After a week of twenty-four seven training, Alex used her expert training not to transfer to something less demanding, but to escape the world that she had in front of her. In the middle of the night, she slipped in between the shadows and by passed all the military guards to get off the base.

She had no clue where she was or where she could go, but she knew that she couldn’t stay where she was. After about five hours of running, Alex came to a small town where she hid until dawn and got on the first bus leaving the area. Sleeping as the bus drove; Alex woke up hours later in another small town. She jumped from bus to bus until she found herself in a big metropolitan city, Pax City. She decided to stay.

After escaping her militant life, Alex needed to blend in and become one of the regulars. This meant finding a job and getting a place to stay; but when she went to get a job and the employer wanted her social security number, Alex panicked. If she gave her real information, she would be on the grid and the government and her father would know exactly where she was, and they would arrest her.

She needed to stay under the radar and find jobs that would pay her under the table. They would not send any information to the government and she wouldn’t have any ties. She could go and come whenever she wanted or needed. She took to the newspaper to look for odd jobs while she slept behind buildings with others like her…alone.

It wasn’t the first time she slept outside without food and water, she trained for all types of environments, but she wanted more than that. She wanted a bed and a roof over her head. For about a week, she did a few odd jobs like walk dogs to earn a little for food but it wasn’t enough to find a place to live, until the one day when she saw something odd in the paper.

It looked like gibberish to the common folk, but in her training, she learned to spot hidden meanings in a group of random letters. She would have to decode the meaning of the message.

DSSBLTEHIOICLKKVDY{WFFNIHBNSDGJWE(@RAFSFN?FJMFEAF{KF@E28MHPoHSnSFEBJYFP9&61555HB5(^5&H5LI1KK5DJ8S38

Looking at the letters, placement of the ad, and the incorporation of letters, number, and symbols, Alex found a pen and began to decipher what was in the paper. Not thinking it was anything meant for her, she only wanted to see if she could make sense of it. It took about an hour to figure out that the message might be what she was looking for.

STICKY FINGERS? MAKE MONEY 9155551588

Clearly, the writer was looking for someone to do a job. Interested, Alex called the number in the ad. If she was wrong, she could hang up and move on to the next employment ad.

The phone clearly answered, but no voice came on the line. Alex questioned, “Hello?”

“Yes” the voice on the other end answered.

“Uhm, there was an ad in the paper this morning.”

“Yes.”

“Sticky Fingers?”

“Yes.”

“It said make money. I need money.”

“915 Richland Drive.”

Before Alex could say another world, the phone clicked off. She thought it was odd but if the person went to the trouble of putting an ad into the paper that someone would need to decode, she knew it couldn’t be legitimate.

Making sure there was bullets in her army issued gun, Alex headed to the address given to her. When she arrived, she saw a plain building with a logo on the top right corner of the roof. It looked like two cherries with the stems on them. There was only one door at the back of the building, as well as two garage bays for delivery trucks. Alex knocked on the door.

The peephole slid open and a pair of eye met hers. “Yes.”

“Sticky Fingers?” Alex said.

The door opened up and she entered the building. Inside the huge warehouse were armed guards with machine guns or pistols. Alex kept her calm, but could feel the bead of sweat beginning to drop. “Hands up?” the male, who opened the door, said.

Alex raised her hands and he proceeded to frisk her. As he felt behind her, he found the gun that was in the band of her jeans. He pulled it out and his friends raised their guns and cocked them ready to fire. He raised his hand to have them lower their guns.

He put the gun behind him in the same place she had it and continued on, “I would ask you if you have anything else, but since I now can’t trust you, you have two choices. Strip or be killed.”

Alex knew she was in the middle of something illegal and had no choice. With all guns pointed at her, Alex took off her jacket then took off her shirt over her head. She unhooked her bra and tossed it next to her shirt and jacket. She paused.

“Keep going.” The leader of the group told her.

She unbuttoned her pants then kicked off her tennis shoes before pulling her pants completely off. Then she removed her socks and finally her military issued underwear. She left in the middle of the night, so she didn’t have time to put on her civilian wardrobe. She stood upright completely naked in a room full of large muscular men that she knew she probably would not be able to take down. Maybe one or two, but not the five who were around her. She raised her arms to show them she didn’t have any other weapons on her. She trembled, as the room was cold and drafty.

The leader tossed her clothes to one of the other men, who proceeded to thoroughly check them for items that might be taped or rigged into the fabric. He continued, “You look…weak.”

“Far from weak.” Alex answered without hesitance in her voice. She trained for interrogations.

“You deciphered the message?”

“Well, I called you.”

The shortest of the men returned the clothes to her. “Get dressed.”

Alex put on her clothes, forgetting about the gun still pointed at her. As she stood back up, she took a little control in the situation, “Okay, so let’s talk money and the job.”

Alex continued to follow the man carrying a briefcase on the downtown streets of Pax City. She had his location, a time, and a description. Sergio, the leader of the group of armed men from the warehouse, was correct about the information. The businessman showed up on time and headed toward the mid-rise building that was in between two larger high-rises. Her mission was to grab the briefcase and return it to the warehouse. Simple, Alex thought.

All her previous jobs had been similar to this, taking something from someone; returning so-called stolen merchandise or items to the warehouse. Obviously, Alex knew that was not what she was doing. Not stolen, but maybe the briefcase had something that was stolen in it; but it wasn’t for her to decide. She had been working with Sergio, who explained that his boss was trying to recover stolen property. Alex completed each of her assignments and received a large sum of money, enough to get her apartment.

This mission, if completed, would give Alex enough money to pay the rent on her apartment for the rest of the year, so she needed to complete it successfully. Being a good soldier, Alex her eyes on the people around her before making a move. She saw a few potential threats, but she only had a few moments to act. If he entered the building with the briefcase, she failed. There would not be a second chance. She had to move quickly as they were approaching the building.

She played out the scenario in her head. Grab the briefcase, visualize the street maps in her head then go, Alex was ready.

One step, two steps, just a moment more. Alex reached out and with a quick stealthy tug; she jerked the case into her hand instead of his. She picked up speed in her walk; she was not allowed to run until she was around the corner. Nothing to make herself stand out on the main drag of the downtown. She made a quick turn to the right, down a side street, glanced around to see if anyone was following her but that was no need to slow down.

Stick to the plan, Alex told herself as she jolted around another corned, dipping in between buildings and side streets. She rounded another corner by cutting through a coffee shop. In one door, out the other. As she exited and was about to make she way toward the final home stretch, a young athletic woman dressed in all black military fatigues stepped in front of her.

It startled Alex, who paused for a moment. Their eyes met and Alex knew this was no friendly encounter. She stepped aside with a quick dart and began to run. As Alex passed her newest threat, the girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty, grabbed a hold of her hoodie from her jacket. With Alex’s force and speed, the jacket ripped and tore off her. This was no chance meeting, this girl was trouble for Alex and she needed to rethink her plan.

Kicking her stamina into high gear, she huffed as she wiggled her was out of her jacket while still hanging on to the briefcase. She cursed her boss for having an item that was bulky and hard to carry if she needed to change her plan, which she did. With a glance behind her, Alex saw her tracker pull out a gun as she charged her.

Huffing, Alex said aloud to herself, “What the fuck is in this thing?”

Alex quickly changed course and tore into the main street thinking the girl following her would not fire a gun into the crowded street. She was right; her pursuer put away the gun but continued to chase her. Not watching in front of her, Alex smacked herself into the side of a vehicle that twisted her body around to the back of it. Without stopping, she dodged in and out of traffic. Horns blared around her. She was causing too much attention to herself. She needed to get off the main drag. Looking up and around trying to get her bearings, Alex paused in the middle of the street.

It was an amateur move, she knew but she needed to find the girl, who was chasing her, as well as finding a new route to her destination. She stepped between two buildings until she could figure out her next plan. Sitting the case down for a moment, Alex stood up but then heard a

loud thump behind her. The once gone girl reappeared behind her, jumping down from above, and snacked the case from Alex’s hand.

“Mother Fucker.” Alex huffed as the girl dressed in all black rose up into the air as if she was flying. Not willing to accept defeat, Alex jumped up and grabbed a hold of the fire escape above her. A new chase began as Alex jumped from floor to floor, pulling herself up toward to girl in black, who was climbing herself toward the top of the building.

As the girl disappeared from the fire escape to the roof, Alex pushed harder to catch up. She jumped up on to the roof and saw the briefcase in the hands of the girl as well as the gun in her hand. Alex jumped back down to the fire escape and waiting for a second. Just as she thought, the girl in black leaned over to see if Alex was gone, but she wasn’t. Alex reached for the girl’s leg, tripping her as she fell back. The gun slipped from her hand. Alex pulled herself up as they struggled for the gun and the briefcase. Managing to get the briefcase but not the gun, Alex paused as the gun aimed to her head.

“Drop the case and back the fuck up.” The girl in black said in a deep calm voice.

Without taking her eye off the gun, Alex swung her foot out kicking the girl feet out from under her. The gun went off as the girl tried to keep her footing. Swinging the briefcase, Alex smacked the girl across the face. She fell to her feet. The gun left her hand and landed on the ground as she fell. Alex raced for the gun while holding on to the briefcase.

As she reached for the gun, another body appeared in front of her. A foot stepped on the grounded gun stopping Alex from grabbing it. She followed the foot, up the leg to the tall brunette pointing another gun at Alex. “Try it!”

Alex sighed as the girl behind her began to handcuff her. As Alex became restrained, the brunette lowered her gun and began to holster it. Not finished so easily, Alex threw her head forward banging hers into the brunette, then issued a roundhouse kick behind her knocking down the original girl. Alex bent backward, grabbed the briefcase with her handcuffed hands and headed to the end of the roof. She jumped down the closest fire escape, and then continued to jump down level to level until she was down to the street level.

She found it was quite odd that the two girls on the roof had not followed her. It couldn’t be that easy. As she jumped down to the alley and ran to the street, the girl dressed in black stepped in front of her and shocked her with Taser. Alex dropped to the ground dropping the briefcase as she fell.