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

for the door.  As expected, she got a better angle to see the back booths, but they were so dark she couldn't make out any faces.
                "So frustrating," she muttered.
                "With a body like that, I'd be anything but frustrated," a woman said behind her.
                Ms Virtue slanted a glance over her shoulder to find a beautiful blonde wearing a lacy black bustier, matching thong, opera gloves, and black thigh boots.  She also wore a lot of sparking rhinestone jewelry.  She was looking at Ms Virtue's butt like she wanted to grab it and lick it.
                "Hello, and you are…?" Ms Virtue said.
                "Candy," she said.  "Wanna lick me?"
                That kind of surprised her, but she was used to it.  Even from other women.
                "I'd like to, but I can't eat candy and still fit into this costume," she said without missing a beat.
                "Heey, I like you," Candy said, suddenly even more aroused.  "Can I lick you?"
                "No," she said, shaking her head.  Ms Virtue sighed gustily, gave Candy a disapproving look, and then said, "But you can help me."
                Usually giving the city's citizens something to focus on beside her scantily clad body worked well.  People as a rule were good, and most wanted to help.  Or at least help her.  And sometimes people were already too focused and it didn't work.
                "Oooh, yes.  I'll help you if you help me," Candy said, eyes dropping to the super heroine's deep cleavage.  "You scratch my itch, and I'll scratch yours."
                For a second, visions of Candy and her going at each other like sex-starved minxes filled her mind.  Despite being Ms Virtue, she was a healthy young woman with all the needs, desires, and hormones that that entailed.  Unfortunately, her mind was too easily distracted by sex, so she had to be strong to remain virtuous.
                "Hey now, what part of Ms Virtue do you not understand?"
                "Um, the whole virtue part."
                Ms Virtue almost commented on the stripper's attire, as an indicator of her own lack of virtue.  Truth was, though, Candy's stripper outfit probably covered a bit more skin than the super heroine's costume.  Their bustiers were about the same, while Ms Virtue's super skimpy short-shorts were a tad bit more covering than Candy's thong, but the stripper's opera gloves covered more than the heroine's bracers.
                "Naturally," Ms Virtue said, starting to wonder if she should just charge into the main room and hope to find Doctor Death before he stealthily slipped away.
                "Oooh, what you got, Candy?" another blonde said as she came out of the dressing room.
                Then a pair of brunettes came through the door from the main room.  Ms Virtue found herself surrounded by scantily clad beauties.  She wanted to be annoyed, frustrated, but they were all looking at her with such admiration and awe.  Except for Candy, of course, who was all but drooling.
                "Are you really Ms Virtue?" one of the brunettes said, voice deep, breathy, and sultry.  She was wearing the skimpiest white bikini and stiletto FMPs the super heroine had ever seen.  And she had a spectacular set of silicone tits Ms Virtue had a hard time not staring at.
                "Yes, and you are…?"
                "Mystique, and she's Charisma," she said, blue eyes alight with awe and delight as she moved up close, until their boobs were pressed together.  Ms Virtue glanced down at their boobs, and then past Mystique to Charisma.  The other brunette was wagging her brows at her, which wasn't comforting.  "I've never met a real super heroine before."
                "Yeah, a pleasure I'm sure," Ms Virtue said, moving back a