Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 14:47:18 -0700
From: "Ronald K. Fortaleza, Jr." <stonefeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING-PART 7

Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned with the newest Smallville chapter.
Just to let you all know, if you are under the legal age of 18, live
where it
is unlawful to read this type of story, or find the notion of two women
in
love with each other offensive, then please do us a favor and leave now.
Also, the following characters are property of DC Comics, WB TV, Tollin-
Robbins Productions, and Gough Millar Ink. No copyright infringement is
intended, whatsoever. To reiterate, the following characters are property
of DC Comic, WB TV, Tollin-Robbins Productions, and Gough Millar Ink.
So again, no copyright infringement is intended, whatsoever. Any further
questions? If not, then let us resume where we left off the last time.

SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING- PART 7

by Keith

The atmosphere inside Stink E. Cheez's was straight out of a red light
district nude club. The entire scene was dimly lit save for a few red and
blue lights shining every now and then as the seats and tables were
packed with an assortment of ne'er do wells, riffraff, and all manner of
myriad lowlifes come into the club for a little entertainment.

It was a packed house by the time Clark and Bruce arrived, in cognito of
course. They were dressed as a couple of sleazy old men with trenchcoats
and messy beards as they both surveyed the scene.

"See anything unusual as of yet?", asked Clark softly to Bruce.

"Not yet, Clark, but keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious."

"Got it", responded Clark as they both saw a couple of vacant chairs at a
table and proceeded to take their seats. The show was about to begin.

The lights dimmed as red and blue spotlights shine down upon the red
velvet curtains as they drew wide open and apart as the loud techno-rock
music began its piping from the speakers strategically placed all across
the main floor.The paying customers hooted and hollered in anticipation
for the show to begin as a procession of the club's best performers began
piling out onto the stage.

The first performer, Bunny, was a blonde haired girl with pink rabbit
ears, a white collar with a red sequined bowtie, white cuffs, and a pair
of high heels. A gold waist chain held the fluffy cottontail that had
barely covered her backside as she  strutted down the catwalk from the
stage and began to swing around the pole in the middle. As the show went
on, the next performer, Kitten with cat ears and a tail, strutted
herself down the catwalk from the stage and swung around the pole, even
more seductively than the last one. Like Bunny, Kitten gave
her performance a 7 minute time period until it was time for her to move
along to make room for the final two performers. Clark And Bruce, in
disguise managed to glimpse their surroundings until Clark could hear
voices coming from behind the curtain. He listened quietly to what the
conversation was pertaining to and by the sound of it, it was unpleasant
between one of the gangsters in charge of the place and one of the nude
performers. Things turned ugly when that gangster slapped the nude
performer to the ground which made Clark wince, but he stopped himself
because he knew that if he went back stage, both of their covers would be
blown! Bruce noticed his pained expression upon his face and he inquired
quietly as to what Clark had seen and heard.

"What is it, Kent?"

"I just saw one of the girls be assaulted by one of the owners of the
club backstage. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"By the way you winced silently from your seat as you were
looking backstage, I could tell that you are on to something", concurred
Bruce.

"What's our plan now?"

"Stay out in the audience while I  go backstage to see what's really up",
told Bruce to Clark as he quietly and discreetly excused himself. Clark
kept his eyes to the stage while Bruce cautiously crept towards the
employees only door.

Finally the show had ended with an exceptionally beautiful exotic beauty
by the name of Raven. She was dressed in black leather, but like her
fellow performers, she was nude save for the cowboy hat and vest with the
chaps and boots. The show had ended as the audience applauded rather
rudely begging for more as Clark decided to get up and stretch his legs.
As he could tell, the adult cabaret was also a pizza parlor as topless
waitresses in g-strings served pizzas to the customers to and fro. As he
glimpsed the waitresses, he noticed one that had an expression of sorrow
and regret upon her face. Clark could tell that she was sad as well as
the fact that she had been here the longest of any of the waitresses
here. Swiftly, he walked towards her to inquire what was wrong. The
waitress with the sorrowfully forlorned look upon her face noticed his
concern for her with deep and sudden surprise as she told him that she
would be on break after she brought the gentlemen seated neares the stage
their pizzas. Clark watched the waitress carry the pan of pizza to the
table where the two men sat at, but before she had time to place the pan
down on their table, one of them smacked her bottom.

"Hey, baby, why dontcha come sit by us and keep us company, will ya?"

"Yeah, we 'aint paying yah to be just the serving girl!"

"I'm sorry, but I'm on my break after I serve you so if you would
please...."

The second man grabbed her by the waist and flung her down on his lap as
she struggled. Quickly, Clark came to her rescue. He made his presence
known to the two men who were attempting to assault her sexually as he
loomed before them.

"Would you two gentlemen mind not taking advantage of the lady?"

"Says who?!" snapped the first man who stood up and stared down Kent in
his disguise. Clark was taller than him as the bouncer came over to them.

"Alright, what's going on here?"

"I saw these two men take advantage of the waitress who had served them
their pizza."

Upon listening to this accusation, the bouncer looked suspiciously
towards the two men.

"Oh, really....."

With no further word, Clark escorted the waitress to safety while the
bouncer escorted the two men out of the establishment. Finally alone
together, Clark began to ask the waitress he had saved a serious of
questions.

"How long have you been working here at this dump?"

"Since I dropped out of high school on account of me being pregnant at
17. Why do you care about me, stranger?"

"I'm just concerned for you, that's all, so would you mind telling me
what's really going on here in this dump of a club."

"You mean about the meth being made backstage down the hall?"

"You mean there are narcotics being manufactured here?"

"Yeah. Ever since the new owners took control of the place barely six
months ago, it's been a haven for every lowlife and passerby, but what
are you gonna do about it?"

Clark handed her a twenty dollar bill before he excused himself to find
Bruce.

"Here, take this. You look hungry, now go get yourself something to eat
because I'm gonna get to the bottom of this", promised Clark as he
escorted her to a table away from the audience area before he made a
beeline towards the employees only door.

Meanwhile.....

Bruce had barely gotten backstage when one of the 7 mobsters noticed him.
He tried to forcibly escort him out of the hallway, but not before he
demanded to be taken to his boss....so that's where he was at all this
time.

Boxy sat behind his desk smoking a fresh Cuban cigar as he leaned back on
his chair. He looked at Bruce, disquised a dirty old man as two of the
four bikers held back his arms and forced him kneel before his presence.

"So y'came to bust up my little drug operation, haven't yah,who ever you
think you are", snarled Boxy malevolently towards Bruce who was not
afraid at all.

"I couldn't help but notice how low you gotten....making and selling
drugs to the good people of Smallville while in the cover of a nude club,
Boxy."

"Business has been real tough since the friggin' Batguy showed up and
trashed my drug ring back in Gotham. You don't happen to know him, do
yahs, buddy boy?"

"It all depends upon who knows who intimately well....Boxy."

The leader of the gangsters suddenly sat up in his chair while behind his
desk. He was surprised that the stranger called him by his street name.

"Say...how the hell do yah know my name, buddy boy?"

"I make it my business to know everything for you see....I am Batman."

Finding the revelation incredulous, Boxy stood up and walked towards the
kneeling Bruce Wayne as he loomed before him, ready to deal him some
harsh punishment.

"If yer Batman....then I'm the King a' Spain", mocked Boxy as he kicked
him in the nether regions!

Bruce was in pain, but he didn't let it get to him as he stared defiantly
at his captor.

"Do your worst to me, Boxy, because any minute....a close and personal
friend of mine's gonna come through that door....to help me kick your ass
outta town."

Angry by his seemingly empty threat, Boxy kicked him in the nuts a couple
more times until....

The door behind them crashed down to the floor to reveal Clark Kent with
his fists upon his hips.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, would you mind if I help my friend here kick your
ass?"

Surprised and shocked, Boxy ordered his goons to get Kent, but he was
swift. He easily punched them both to the otherside of the office just as
Boxy pressed the silent alarm on his remote. Clark helped Bruce to his
feet as they both fled the office only to be met by the rest of his hired
henchthugs. Bruce held onto Clark as he pulled out from his coat pocket a
batarang and hurled it at the oncoming gang. Only it was no ordinary
batarang for it exploded as a smoke bomb, and in the confusion of the
din, Clark and Bruce made good their escape!


It was the next morning and Lana was with Martha at the funeral home,
making arrangements for his burial. The young woman never left her side
after Jonathan passed away as they both sat in a couple of chairs as they
faced the town's undertaker as he sat behind his desk, going over the
final preparations for the funeral.

"If you ladies would like to discuss which coffin is best, I am more than
glad to help you on that account", told the mortician kindly as he gave
them a catalog for Martha and Lana to look over. However, Martha had
other ideas.

"Would you mind if we take a look at what you have on display, Mr.
Greeley?", asked Widow Kent.

"Of course, Mrs. Kent. If you and your friend would care to follow me out
onto the coffin display hall", said Mr. Greeley as he kindly escorted
them both out onto the main display hall.

The front of the funeral parlor had an amazing assortment of coffins and
caskets on display as the kindly town mortician showed the Widow Kent
everything he had in stock and on display. While that was going on, Lana
could not help but take a look outside the window. She began to notice a
small procession of bikers make their presence known by roaring their
cycles down the street, even with their girlfriends riding in the back
seats. They were carousing at the top of their lungs as they catcalled
and made all sorts of commosion outside the funeral parlor down the main
street....and they were coming in by the hundreds!

Lana quickly, but quietly walked over to where Martha and Mr. Greeley had
made the final selection which was darkly stained brown casket she had
picked. She gently tapped her older lover on the left shoulder with her
right index finger.

"Excuse me for a moment, but would you take a look outside with me? I
need you to see something" asked Lana to Martha as she stared out the
front window in the direction Lana was staring at. She noticed it, too,
and it wasn't good! Things were about to go from bad to worse in less
than few hours at the most.

Mr. Greeley looked the way they were looking and he too was surprised.

"My, my. Aren't we receiving a convention full of visitors this day?", he
half jokingly asked the ladies, but they were both in no mood for
hilarity.

"Do you have a back door, Mr. Greeley?",asked Martha.

"Of course, Mrs. Kent."

The town mortician quickly beckoned Martha and Lana to follow him towards
the back.

Meanwhile, back inside of Stink E. Cheez's, the four performers were
backstage at their dressing tables, discussing deeply what had happened
the day before.

"You noticed how we lost that joke of a female sheriff and that cop from
outta town yesterday, Bunny?", asked Foxy.

"Yeah, but the fuzz's gonna be after us if we don't watch our asses",
ordered Bunny as she held court over the three other performers for it
was them that had robbed the bank the day before while they were dressed
in all in black, masks included.

"Now that we got the money we stole from the bank, we can buy our own
ingredients to make our own crank..."

Keep your voices down....we don't want Boxy or any of his goons to
eavesdrop in our little conversation so we'd better keep quiet from here
on out, got it?"

They gave Bunny their word that they would not tell anyone, but
unbeknownst to them, they were being overheard by Jazzy, the only woman
in Boxy's gang of Gotham crooks. Upon hearing this, she quietly made her
way towards Boxy's office.

It was not too long when Martha and Lana made back to the farm on the
outskirts of town when they found Lois and Diana helping Clark and Bruce
with the chores of the place. By the time they arrived, Lois noticed
their pained expressions as she stopped what chore she was finishing up
and walked towards them both.

"Mrs. Kent, Miss Lang, what's wrong?"

"We've got a whole Hell's Angels army in downtown Smallville, that's
what", retorted Lana as she motioned in back of her towards the town.

"Is Clark here, Lois?"

"Yeah, he and Bruce are out in the fields gathering the corn."

Sure enough, Bruce was helping Clark pick corn by hand inside the
sizeable plot the Kents plowed to grow the crop.

"I've been meaning to getaway from the ratrace back in Metropolis for
awhile anyway, Bruce, but I never suspected it would be like this."

"Good point, Kent. It's great to be out on the prairie with the open
surroundings and fresh air and such", concurred Bruce as he put the last
of his ears of corn into his basket so that he could join Clark in
dumping them into a  small wagon that was pulled by a tiny lawn tractor
modified to no longer cut grass. As the young men carried their bushels
of corn to the tractor wagon, Bruce had a thought he wanted to share with
Clark so after they had done what they were doing, he took Clark aside
for a moment.

"Are you all right, hayseed?",asked Bruce facetiously, but in a caring
manner.

"I'm fine, Bruce. With my father passing away and you in town with Diana
and Lois, my mother could use some extra hands for the coming harvest and
county faire."

"I would like to stay here with you and go to the faire with you and your
loved ones, but...."

"I will understand if you're needed back in Gotham, Bruce."

"Hey, I said I would stay to help your mother make the necessary
arrangements and the funeral, didn't I?"

Clark thought for a moment until....

"Oh, that's right. You did promise to pay for the funereal expenses...."

"Aren't you forgetting something else, Kryptonian?"

Clark was surprised by what Bruce had asked of him as he thought deep and
hard until the issue of the wedding between his mother and Lana had
popped up.

"You mean my mother's wedding to the girl who used to work for us during
the summer when she was in high school and I had just graduated?"

"The same two people", replied Bruce as Clark began telling him how he
and Lana first met.

It was a long time ago when Lana first came to help out the Kents with
the farm. Clark had just graduated from Smallville High and was preparing
to attend Metropolis University while Lana was having problems with her
parents on account of a young girl who was older than her,and her name
was Chloe Sullivan. She had gotten Lana into serious trouble when they
were both in high school and this is how Clark told it to Bruce.

"She's a good and decent kid, Bruce. You gotta give her credit for that,
but I still can't see my mother running off with the girl who was too
young for me to even have a close and personal relationship with."

"Still, Clark. Doesn't your mother deserve a second chance at love....and
happiness with the girl she has fallen in love with?"

Clark thought for a moment as he came to an epiphany: maybe Martha and
Lana were meant to be together when Jonathan had passed, but he still had
a hard time accepting the terms of the relationship between them as they
both walked back towards the barn where the others were at. Upon
returning, the boys noticed the girls were in a close group together as
there was an aura of concern etched upon their faces.

"Mom, Lana, anybody, what's wrong?"

"There's an entire army of bikers in town. Martha and Lana told us all
about it...and it's gonna get worse!"

And Lana was correct to be worried. The Sheriff's office was notified of
the motorcycle gangs arriving in town as they were congregating at that
eye sore known as Stink E. Cheez's.

"Deputy, if you see anything unusual, give me and the detective a holler.
I don't want any of you getting hurt until we can get the proper help
from Leavenworth and nearby. Understand?"

"Sure thing, sheriff", said the deputy on his walkie-talkie as Sheriff
Adams hung up the cb and returned her gaze....down towards Detective
Sawyer who was on her knees behind the desk where Sheriff Adams sat.

"You sure know how to please a lady...with a dick I take it?"

"Just sit back on your chair,close your eyes, and relax so that I can do
my thing to you, Sheriff", told Maggie to the sheriff as she proceeded to
bend her head down over the woman sheriff's erect penis and begin sucking
on it back and forth.

The pleasureable sensations sent the lady sheriff into a state of bliss
as she breathed heavily and moaned.

"Ohhhh Detective Sawyer.....you give the best head ever.....much,much
better than......."

She gasped as she nearly bolted from her chair as she neared the climax
until she shot her load of sex cream down Detective Sawyer's throat. The
sheriff barely was able to hold onto Maggie's mane of brown hair as she
ejaculated the last of her semen into her mouth....and down her throat!
She reclined on her chair to recover from the oral
sex session. Maggie Sawyer knew how to give excellent head....to all the
boys and girls which led to Maggie looking back up at Sheriff Adams.

"Now it's your turn to return the favor", requested the Metropolis
detective as she allowed the Sheriff to back up while she got back on her
feet and placed her bottom on the desk so that the sheriff could do the
same to her. Maggie spread her legs as the sheriff proceeded to pull down
the zipper of her jeans and pull out her cock so that she could take it
into her mouth and suck her off! Maggie held onto the edge of the desk as
she stood up with her legs spread, and her penis out into the sheriff's
mouth as the sheriff bobbed her head back and forth on her dick until she
too exploded into her mouth!

However, they failed to notice that they were being watched...by Chloe
who had the door barely ajar for her to see the action taking place.
Seeing two of the most beautiful women make each other feel good brought
back some sweet memories of her high school days with Lana Lang.

"C'mon Lana, it'll be fun. You'll see",chirped Chloe as she led the year
younger by the hand down towards the river.

"Gee, Chloe, I dunno. My parents'll be upset with me for this", pleaded
Lana as she had no choice but to be led down to the riverside. It was on
a sunny afternoon afterschool that Chloe decided to bring Lana down to
meet some of her friends.

After a few minutes, they made their destination as Lana was none too
surprised by who Chloe was referring to. The entire cheerleading team had
come down by the river so that Lana could perform a certain intimate on
them....one by one!

"Say Lana, remember me and teammates from school?", asked the
cheerleading captain seductively as she eagerly pulled up her pleated
miniskirt to reveal a naked vaginal region newly shaved.

"Tiffany wants you to go down on her and her team mates, one by one.
Don't worry, I'll keep a look out for you", jibed Chloe as she excused
herself to stand guard.

When they were left alone, Tiffany Evans, the cheerleading captain looked
straight at Lana with the other cheerleaders showing her their genitals
from under their skirts.

"Please take your time so that you can work your way from girl to girl",
told Tiffany to Lana as the young girl reluctantly agreed to perform the
act as she knelt down on the ground and brought her face to Tiffany's
crotch as she proceeded to suck on her pussy!

One by one, Lana took her time with each cheerleader until after she had
finished sucking off the last one, a shy girl named Tracey, that the
sheriff had come to surprise them all. He had Chloe by the arm as he
looked suspiciously at the rest of the young teens.

"I see you girls have been doing something you weren't supposed to be
doing so you all had better come downtown with me so that I can notify
all your parents", suggested the sheriff as he beckoned the entire
cheerleading team and Lana to come follow him to where he was parked.

Her thoughts were wiped out suddenly as she was surprised by a deputy who
stood behind her while she was kneeling to get an eye shot.

"Chloe, what are you doing?", asked the deptuy suspicious just as the
sheriff and Detective Sawyer walked up to the door to open it.

"Sheriff, I caught Chloe listening in on your conversation with Detective
Sawyer."

"Chloe....how could you?", asked Sheriff Adams surprisedly as both ladies
took her by the arms and escorted her down to the cell block.

As they made their way down to an empty cell, Chloe begged the Sheriff
not tell anyone about what she had seen and heard, but it was no use. The
cell door was opened, Chloe was shoved in to be followed by Sheriff Adams
and Detective Sawyer.

As the cell door closed behind them, the sheriff ordered Chloe to turn
around and hold on to the bars as she pulled down her jeans to her
ankles. She was in luck. Chloe wore no underpanties as the sheriff
stopped to confer with for a moment.

"I promise not to tell anyone, sheriff and detective about what I'd seen
you two do in your office."

"If you let us take turns making love to you while behind bars, will you
keep your promise?"

"You know I will, sheriff. Please insert your penis inside my bunghole,
will you?"

The sheriff unzipped and pulled down her trousers so that she could put
her penis inside Chloe's anus as Maggie watched while she played with her
own cock. Chloe was enjoying every minute of her sexual session in the
cell block with Sheriff going at her first until it was Detective
Sawyer's turn, and for the rest of the afternoon, they took turns making
love to Chloe Sullivan while in the cell block with her.

Believe it when you will be told that the fun is not over as of yet.

TO BE CONTINUED

If you have the usual questions and comments, please email them to me at
stonefeet@hotmail.com, and I will see if I can answer them for you. So
until next time, this is Keith over and out and bye for now.