Ms Virtue Super Heroine Girls' Night by Cat Wilder Page A

drop by on the way home for a cocktail, or to try and get their cock into some skanky stripper's tail.  There were rumors that the strip club was a front for prostitution.
                As she approached the infamous gentlemen's club, Ms Virtue wished her sidekick was there to help.  Multiple doors meant Doctor Death had more means to escape her and justice, and it would be nice to have Virtue Girl covering one of them.  Unfortunately, Heather was in Mexico with some of her college friends and wouldn't be back for another three days.
                "I'll just have to be vigilant, as well as virtuous," she muttered as she slowed in midair to a crawl and swung her feet down to land extremely softly next to the kitchen door in back.
                The white-costumed super heroine slipped through the open back door.  The kitchen staff all stopped to gawk at her.  Ms Virtue was kind of used to that reaction.  Happened all the time.  And of course, their eyes all immediately raked her shapely, scantily clad body, before zeroing in on her half-naked breasts.  Her bustier top pushed her "girls" up nicely, and even other women tended to stare at them.
                "There are a hundred other women in this place, all wearing even less than me," she said.  "So really?"
                "You're Ms Virtue, a super heroine, so you're special," a young man in a cook's uniform said.  His eyes never rose above her breasts.  "And I suspect your…assets are real, too."
                "Hmmmm," she said, frowning.  They were real, but magically enhanced.  Indeed, the magic of her power belt altered her normal appearance so dramatically during the transformation into a super heroine that even her own mother couldn't recognize her, the least of which was a larger, firmer, higher set of tits, flat belly, and sweetly rounded hips.  "Thanks, I think."  She turned toward the door out into the main room.  "You boys just carry on as if I'm not here."
                Kitchen clatter slowly returned as she approached the door.  It was a set of swinging double doors so common in such places and more traditional restaurants.  Each door had a round window, presumably so the wait staff could see if someone was approaching from the other side so they could avoid collisions.  The windows seemed high, forcing her to rise up on her tippy toes to peek out.
                Not liking that, she bent over and pushed one door open a crack to peek out on the main room.  As expected, there were hordes of scantily clad, and outright topless, young women moving in every direction.  They sat with patrons — drinking, laughing, lap dancing.  Others wiggled sexily atop stages of various sizes.  Stripper poles were everywhere.   And on the main stage, a hot redhead was doing an actual dance.  Okay, it was a highly suggestive dance, but it was still more than just shaking her tits and wiggling her ass.
                Unfortunately, Ms Virtue didn't see Doctor Death anywhere.  She could see most of the room, but needed to look from a different angle to see the back booths.  On the other side of the bar was another door, next to the raised DJ booth.
                Hey, I bet the DJ can see the entire room from that vantage point , she thought.
                Strippers were coming and going from the door next to the DJ.  So she turned around and noticed that everyone in the kitchen had stopped again.  This time, though, they were all staring at her ass.
                "Really?" she said.  Shaking her head woefully, she headed to the other side of the kitchen.  "Men!"
                As expected she found a short hallway to the other door, and next to it was the dancer's dressing room.  There had to be two dozen pretty young things in there laughing and joking, and primping.  Ms Virtue just glanced into the dressing room as she headed