by Cat Wilder
MS VIRTUE SUPER HEROINE GIRLS' NIGHT
By
Cat Wilder
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PUBLISHED BY:
Smokin' Hot Press
Copyright 2015 by Cat Wilder
Cover by Angelic Kitten
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
If you enjoyed this erotic story, why not read others by Cat?
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Ms Virtue's Super Heroine Setback
Ms Virtue's Gangsta Setback
Virtue Girl's Sidekick Surprise
Ms Virtue and Sad Santa
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Taking the Super Heroine
Taken at the Comic Convention
Locker Room Victory Party
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Super Heroine Girl's Night
The city's most beloved super heroine streaked through the night sky, snaking between the towering office buildings. She was looking for someone. Actually, two someones. One of them was the escaped criminal Doctor Death. The other was Mikey the Mouse. Finally, at the edge of the city's downtown-hugging red light district, she spotted Mikey standing half in and half out of the night shadows. He, of course, stood next to an alley, because Mikey always thought of his escape route first.
Ms Virtue came to a clattering high-heeled landing on the sidewalk. Mikey turned and raced into the alley. She took off after him. Running in five inch stiletto thigh boots was nothing for the super-powered costumed vigilante. What little light there was in the alley seemed to make her pure white costume glow. Like Ms Virtue herself, her costume was iconic: white bustier with a golden "MV" design and white short-shorts, matched with white thigh boots with a gold strip up the front. Her accessories were gold tiara, gold and silver wrist-to-elbow bracers, and the all important, golden power belt that gave her super powers. With her long golden hair and supermodel beauty, she was the epitome of the Good and Virtuous super heroine.
"Gotcha!" she said, grabbing the back of his shirt.
"You got nothing on me, Ms Virtue! I'm innocent," Mikey the Mouse said.
It was all part of the game, in case someone unseen was watching and listening. She pushed him up against the wall, towering over the little man. Mikey was slight of build, but with a pear shape. Really, he kind of looked like a real mouse. Big nose, weak chin, beady eyes, small stature.
Ms Virtue pressed in close. She was not overly tall as a woman, but he was so small that his face was at chest level to her. With a fierce face, she tensed and pressed closer as if to intimidate, which put his face barely an inch from her well-displayed bosom. Mikey was not above a quick motorboat, either. He'd done it before. She never understood men's desire to do naughty things to her body, since she was known for her virtue and chastity. But they just couldn't seem to keep their hands off her.
"Where were you at midnight on the seventh?" she demanded. Then she pushed her face in close to his, and whispered, "Do you know where Doctor Death is right now?"
"I was in bed asleep," he said loudly. Then he whispered, "I just heard he was over at Babydolls making it rain hundred dollar bills."
"Were you alone? Can anyone confirm you were in bed?" she said. Then, more quietly, "I'll deposit the money in your account."
"Maybe, but she's married and I wouldn't want to blow her in," he said, and leered up at Ms Virtue. "Since she did me so well when she blew me."
Mikey's hands came up quickly, going straight for her boobs. Men were constantly trying to get their hands on her. And not just the bad guys, either. The mayor, for one, was someone she didn't allow to get too close. So Ms Virtue used her Power to surge straight back and avoid his attempt at feeling her up.
"Better luck next time, pig," she sneered.
"No, I'm a mouse. Mikey the Mouse," he said, leering at her deep cleavage. "Knew I should've gone for it and motorboated your sweet tits."
Ms Virtue rolled her baby blues, shaking her head woefully. "Men!"
A second later, she was a hundred feet straight up, veering off towards Babydolls Gentlemen's Club on the other side of downtown. It was a "high class" strip club. Or so they claimed. Lots of businessmen liked to eat lunch there, oddly enough. And then 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. Sh
aking 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 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 step. She felt so breathless and energized, not to mention hot. Her eyes went wide when Mystique placed her hand on Ms Virtue's belly, and Candy gave her butt a stroke. "Hey now, look but don't touch."
Candy's response was to grab a big handful of butt cheek, and dig her long nails in sensually. The sexy super heroine gasped, rising up on her toes when the other blonde moved up quickly, capturing her attention.
"I met you once," the second blonde said, placing both hands on the super heroine's hips as their boobs pressed together. "Hi, I'm Angel. I met you when you spoke to my graduating class last year."
"My, my, you are a hands-on bunch of girls, aren't you?" Ms Virtue said, feeling hot and breathless, and not sure why. "I-uh… I-uh… I mean, I'm on the job here. I-I'm after Doctor Death."
"Oooooh," several of them said, looking so impressed with her.
"Yes, she needs our help, too," Candy said, grabbing Ms Virtue's hand. "Let's go into the dressing room and work something out."
"What? No," Ms Virtue said, glancing over her shoulder at the door. "I have to catch him before he escapes justice again."
"Sweetie, if this Doctor of Death is out there, he's not going anywhere soon," Candy said. "We're that good."
The other girls giggled. Ms Virtue knew she'd lost control of the situation. Worse, the situation was once again in control of her. She hated it when that happened. And then, as Candy pulled her through the dressing room door, Mystique ran her hand up over Ms Virtue's butt, with the middle finger slipping deep into her crack and stroking her most intimately.
"Hey, watch the hands," Ms Virtue said. "I'm the epitome of virtue, after all."
"Not what I heard," Mystique said. "The Jags come here all the time, and they tell a different story."
"Gang banged by gangbangers," Candy said. "Sounds sexy."
Mention of that street gang sucked her breath away. Ms Virtue's mind went back to that night, not so long ago. Once again, she'd let the situation take charge of her, and the Jags took full advantage of her. It would be easier to be angry if she didn’t enjoy it so much, and that was truly the most embarrassing part. It was bad enough to allow herself to be lured into a situation where she had wild, wicked, kinky sex with a bunch of very bad men, and it was another to enjoy it so much.
"Huh? Oh! Those bastards!"
"I know," Mystique said. "All of those big, muscular bodies rubbing all over you, while their big black cocks thrust relentlessly into your…um…virtue. So wicked good, right?"
"Yes. I mean, no," Ms Virtue said, looking around with big eyes at all of the strippers surrounding her in the dressing room. Then someone closed the door. "Uh-oh. You know, girls, this is very flattering, but I really do need to – "
"Isn't she so sweet?" Angel said. "I just wanna eat her up!"
"Hey now, be nice to Ms Virtue," Charisma said, moving up close. One hand started stroking Ms Virtue's belly. "She said she's virtuous, and hasn't indicated she is a naughty girl at heart." Her hand moved south, and stroked the super heroine's pubic mound through her thin costume. Ms Virtue gasped, rising up on her toes as the sexiest sensations flowed out from her nether regions, filling her up with the warm fuzzies. And then Charisma's fingers really rubbed her pussy. "Whoa! She's sopping wet down there. This bitch is hornier than a horny toad."
"That doesn't matter," Ms Virtue said, head spinning. "I'm stronger than that. I am quite capable of denying my body's needs. That's why I'm virtuous. No one said it was easy."
"And sometimes you have setbacks, like with the Jags," Candy said, pressing in close on the other side. Ms Virtue found herself sandwiched between the two horny strippers.
"Yes," Ms Virtue said breathlessly, once again reminded of that wicked night of super heroine debasement and gangbanger debauchery. Candy deftly flipped her bustier's breast cups down, exposing her tits to everyone's eyes. "I can't believe this is happening."
Candy's hand grabbed a firm, young tit, giving it a squeeze before releasing and gently raking her long nails across her soft, warm skin. Then she pinched a nipple, and began rolling it tightly between two fingers. That sent the most incredible sensations rippling through the heroine's shapely body.
"Aaiiee! Ooooooh," Ms Virtue cried, eyes closing and head lolling about. "Please, I'm…I'm Ms Virtue."
"Virtuous my ass," Candy said, tugging on her sensitive nipple. "Ms Horny is more like it. Look how hard and erect your nips are! She's super aroused and hot to trot!"
Mystique palmed the back of her head, turning Ms Virtue's face toward her. Their eyes locked for a long, intense moment. Their heads tilted, and their lips came together in an equally intense kiss. The stripper forced her mouth open, thrusting her tongue in deep. Ms Virtue groaned long and low as she enjoyed that lipstick kiss.
Charisma knelt before her, and Angel knelt behind, and together they pulled Ms Virtue's short-shorts down her mile long legs. Still locked in that amazing kiss, she felt cool air caress her shiny wet folds down there, before Charisma's fingers found the spot. Angel motorboated her butt, before starting to lick, kiss, and nibble her butt cheeks. And then the brunette's tongue began lapping at her intimately.
Candy started sucking on her nipple, while the blonde stripper's fingers found the super heroine's engorged clit, and started rubbing hard, fast circles around and over it. Charisma forced her folds apart with her tongue, plowing in deep to stroke her sensitive slit. Ms Virtue really felt her juices begin to flow into the stripper's mouth.
"Mmmm," Ms Virtue groaned, her insides suddenly turning into hot mush.
"What's going on here?" a redhead said.
The redhead was the most gorgeous of them all. She was topless, wearing just a black thong and thigh boots. Ms Virtue noticed her nipples were erect as she watched them with big blue eyes.
"Ms Virtue needs our help. Belle," Candy said. "She's looking for some guy named Doctor Death."
"You mean Big D," Belle said. "He doesn't like being called Doctor Death anymore."
"You know him?" Ms Virtue said, trying to regain her scrambled wits.
Belle barked a little laugh. "And then some. I was just fucking him."
"He's out there right now?" the sexy super heroine said, tensing up.
"No. He left," Belle said. "But I know where he's going."