(M/F) In an attempt to make the others jealous you ride your way into trouble on 'multiple' counts.

"I... ugh... This isn't... Oh, hell! Lynn, I don't know if you're trying to tease me or what, but I'm only human! Nobody could control himself around a sight like that!"

You smirk as the night watchman's hands stretch out towards your presented bottom as you keep running your fingers over the slit that he can see all-too-clearly through the gauzy white material covering it. He looks like he's expecting you to boot him in the face at at moment, as his fingers get close to the two pale buns that your daily running routine has toned to perfection. After hesitating just a few inches away, he takes a deep gulp and forcefully grabs both asscheeks, squeezing and kneading for all he's worth, feeling the silky flesh dimpling under his fingers.

He takes a deep breath, still expecting the other shoe to drop, or at least a reprimand for taking it too far. But your only response is a self-satisfied giggle. "About time. I was starting to think I was barkin' up the wrong tree and you were gay or somethin'."

You thrust your ass backwards into his grip. "Mmm... that feels nice. How about you show me what you can do with your hands? It feels nicer when somebody else is doing it for ya, instead of having your own little palm party. I bet you'd know a little something about that."

The implied insult doesn't seem to register with Gene. His breath gets quick and **** as he runs his fingers over the barely-covered softness of your slit. Just as you said, having someone else's fingers roughly probing and poking at you down there feels so much better. Tingles are running through you almost immediately. He pushes in two fingertips... the material of your bottoms tightens up around it and puts wonderfully pleasant pressure all over your sensitive labia.

"Go on already! We don't have all night! Put 'em in!" you say eagerly. Hardly able to believe his luck, Gene's eyes are bugging out as he slips those two fingers past the thong portion of your outfit and feels your wetness engulfing them. Clumsy in his eagerness, he jams them all the way in... making you gasp sharply. With one hand still firmly grasping your butt, he starts moving his two fingers in and out of you. In your own impatience, you reach back and grab his wrist.

That makes him seize up, still thinking some trap will be sprung on him any moment. "Further up... up near the top... rub me there while you do it." you say insistently as you guide his hand. "Ah! Yeah, right there! Riiiiight there! Rub it!"

Soon you are moaning and gasping as he slides his fingers in your snatch and rubs your clit with his ring finger. Clearly, he's a little bit out of practice. It feels good, and you start feeling yourself climbing towards a climax... but not fast enough. And your thoughts keep going back to Mike's big thing pounding away at you... Gene's fingers are a poor substitute for that.

Suddenly, he stops. "Lynn...!" Gene says in a strangled voice. You hear a jingling as his hand goes down below his belt to grasp at stroke at the ache he feels growing down there. "Do you think you could... I mean, since I'm helping you with some stress, don't you think you should return the favor?"

"Mmm. Now that you mention it, I think I'm gonna want a little more than just a touch." you straighten up and turn to face him. Thanks to the heels built into your cowboy boots, you loom over him a good 4 inches. You come closer and closer until you can press your boobs against his chest. You hike up one of your legs and wrap your thigh around his waist, making him stagger backward awkwardly with the sudden weight as you plant a quick, teasing kiss on his mouth. Body-to-body contact just stokes the flame of your lust.

Grabbing onto your hips with both hands, the man pulls you backwards towards his seat. Your butt comes down on his lap, letting you feel his excitement, as you kiss him a few more times and enjoy the feeling of stimulating your nipples by rubbing against his chest.

Sensually, you drag your firm tits all the way down his body as you gradually slide your butt off his lap and off the seat, getting down into a kneeling position in front of him. Your fingers fumble open his belt and unzip his fly. The musky, sweaty ordor that emerges as you pull off his pants to expose his tighty-whities is giving you a needy throb between your legs.

Normlly I'd never act like this, you think to yourself. It's just Panda's trick making me.

Not wasting any time, you hook your fingers around the undies and yank those off too. And boy, is his little friend happy to see you. The meaty pole and the hairy, tense scrotum underneath are flushed pink with excitement. Instinctively, he reaches down to grip the base of his cock and stand it up straight. He still has a slack-jawed, awestruck expression on his face.

The pause in getting his pants off gives you one last moment to consider. You are kneeling in front of the man's lap as he sits there eagerly with his cock in his hand. Your eyes keep flicking back and forth between the rather unimpressive night watchman, Gene, and the stiff flagpole standing at attention from between his legs.

You're caught between two impulses. On the one hand... there's no polite way around the fact that Gene is a pretty unattractive guy. Unlike your gentle, handsome high school sweetheart, or the ruggedly handsome macho bodybuilder playboy that is Mike, there's just nothing sexy about a dumpy, balding guy like this, no matter how polite and obliging he is. If anything, his clueless nice-guy routine makes him less attractive in comparison to the cocky patchouli-smelling scumbag you and Magik Knight had a three-way with this morning. It's why you were actually annoyed at him for not trying to take advantage of the situation... in a way, it would've been easier to just go along with him trying to take advantage of you, instead of having to make the first move. Blaming him for forcing you into it would've been easier.

Gene gulps, grinning nervously. You can see the fear in his eyes that he's done something to mess this up after coming so close to living out an unattainable fantasy. Thinking of how fearful and desperately needy he must be right now revs your motor back up again. He's not sexy, but the straining intensity of his desire for you is, in a flattering way. He's dying in the desert and your body is a tall, cool drink of water.

This is probably what a lot of girls mean when they talk about a 'pity fuck', but, experiencing the situation for yourself, it's not really about pity. It's about power. You've never felt more powerful than you do right now, not even when you were lifting a car over your head. No bad guy you've beat up has ever been as **** for you to stay your hand as this hapless schlub is for you to touch his cock.

And, hey - at least he's decent in the dick department. Would you rather have ended up encountering an actually good looking guy who turned out to be hung like a gerbil? If you find a port in the proverbial storm, would you rather it be beautiful and glamorous, or would you rather it be big enough to do the job?

"Daddy always said, 'don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Lynn'," you mutter to yourself, having rather quickly talked yourself back into it. A cute smile returns to your freckled face, and you run your tongue over your lips.

"Huh? No, I'm not, I wouldn't... I didn't do something wrong, did I?" Gene asks gulping nervously.

"Nah, don't sweat it. I was havin' second thoughts, because..." You trail off into a giggle. "Ah, nevermind. I still want it. I reckon your little cowboy needs a hat, though."

"A hat?" Gene asks, looking up at your head, then gives a nervous croak of a laugh. "Oh - you mean a condom."

"Yeah, no shit." You give a cute snort and wrinkle your nose. "I mean, uh, not that I'm thinking you're the kind of guy who goes around with any loose girl you meet on the street, but I'm gonna be taking enough of a risk fighting a supervillainesss tonight without worrying about getting a bun in the oven."

The night watchman's eyebrow look like they're trying to rocket into orbit again. Hearing it stated so bluntly like that just drives it home what a lucky son-of-a-bitch he's about to be. "Yeah! Of course! I'll find one. I know I've seen those in one of the other guard's desks. I'm not supposed to go through my co-workers' personal effects, but I think this qualifies as an emergency for the greater good, right?"

You hop up off his lap, giving his cock a teasing squeeze with your hand as you do. "Go on and find one, then! Don't dawdle, or the other Lynns are gonna get suspicious!"

Gene glances at you. "But... I thought you said they were all you. So won't all of 'you' know what we did after you merge again?"

"Well, sure," you say in your rolling twang, "but they're not gonna want to wait their turn! And let me tell you, mister: a little stroking with your hand isn't going to be good enough for me right now. I want to take you out for a ride, know what I mean?"

"Holy shit, holy shit, there has to be one in one of these desks. I know there is!" Gene starts rummaging through the other desks in the security office at a frantic pace. You think he could hardly be any more hasty in his search if he was looking for the code to de-activate a bomb; he's throwing pencils, papers, snacks, and a carefully-hidden airplane liquour bottle right on the floor without bothering to sort. You take the opportunity to start softly rubbing yourself between your legs again, giggling at his desperation... not that you aren't rooting for him.

Just as you're eyeing the size and shape of a rubber baton in the equipment drawer Gene pulled those walkie-talkies out of, Gene gasps in triumph: "I found one, I found one! Here!" he holds up a crinkled blue foil wrapper in the cup of his hands as if it were a precious diamond. Looking down, you can see that the stress made him go a little soft between his legs.

You grab the shorter man and pull him towards you, putting another quick kiss on his lips - a teasing, casual kiss rather than a hot and passionate one. He looks surprised it was over so quickly. "Outstanding. Now sit your butt down and let me get you ready."

Even though your super strength is almost entirely gone, divided up this many ways, he puts up no resistance to you pushing him down in the swivel chair. You pop a squat in front of him and squeeze your heavy bosoms against his thighs, while running your tongue teasingly over the head of his cock. It doesn't take three licks before he's full-staff once again, but you don't stop there.

You take the whole shaft into your mouth. It tastes like stale sweat, but you apply a healthy amount of suction anyway. Gene stares in awe at your boyish haircut bobbing up and down on his crotch. If he had any lingering doubts about whether you are really intending to go through with this or not, you think they're probably gone. Sure, there are no doubt plenty of heroines and villainesses who relish the chance to string along a guy who doesn't have a chance with them, but once a heroine has your whole dick in her mouth, the time has passed for her to play it off as just a tease.

*Schlurp* *Slrrrp*

Wet, lewd noises echo in the dingy surroundings of the security station. It isn't the most romantic environment, but for Gene, having a heroine he's guiltily fantasized about for years running her tongue all over his stiff manhood means he'll have the dingy linoleum tiles and softly glowing computer monitors burned into his memory. Even though it's all you giving him pleasure, sucking on his cock is getting you more and more excited. You make a tight seal with your lips, give all the suction that you can and move your mouth up and down along his length... all the while imagining the feel of it inside you.

Gene watches you sucking him off, feeling not only the head of his cock sliding against the back of your tongue, but the heft of your huge tits resting on his thighs. "J-Jesus Christ..." by the crack in his voice, you think he has no complaints about your technique. This is actually one of the first times you ever tried giving oral to a guy. Luckily for the both of you, it seems that despite your amateurish technique, a blowjob is something that's hard to do so badly that the guy doesn't enjoy himself, just so long as you keep your teeth out of the way.

You take a deep breath as your lips come off the tip of his cock with a soft popping sound, and start jerking the slick shaft with your hand. "Lynn... That was amaz-" Gene's voice is so happy he sounds like he's about to cry, but praise isn't what you're looking for right now, so you hold up a hand and cut him off.

"I don't know how long we got before trouble starts, so I reckon you can skip the sweet-talk." you say with a cute little smirk as you sit down on the desk. You hike your feet up on the desk and rest your boot heels right next to your butt, spreading your legs wide and giving Gene a perfect view of the damp spot around your slit. The way the gauzy fabric of your outfit is always pulled tight around your nether regions gives everyone a good view of your lady parts at the best of times, and you now realize that being pure white has an extra disadvantage: a person would have to be blind to not see the damp spot forming down there now. In this costume, plain though it may be by superheroine standards, it's not a lot less obvious to onlookers when you get horny than if you were a guy wearing the same one-piece and pitching a tent in it.

"I need you to fuck me, Gene." you say matter-of-factly. "If you want to do your job protectin' the customers money and all, then the most important thing you can do right now is take that big cock of yours and fuck me until I cum. Do you think you're up to it?"

It seems this whole situation has done wonders for this poor son-of-a-gun's self-esteem. There's nothing hesitant or apologetic about his response, for a change: "Hell yes I am!"

He's already kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants the rest of the way off as he comes up to you and tugs the thong portion of your outfit to the side, fully exposing the inviting pink crease that had been beckoning to him from behind a thin layer of neoprene. He takes his cock in his hands and mashes the bell-end against the upper reaches of your sex, crudely but effectively stimulating your clit and making you moan.

It's definitely weird having a guy like this, who you met less than half an hour ago, sliding the head of his cock past your nether lips, and feeling his stocky body against your thighs. You're silently glad he decided to leave his shirt on. But the little bit of 'ick' you get from seeing him beginning to penetrate you only distracts you from the physical pleasure ever so slightly. It's like noticing the bun is stale on a juicy hamburger when you're absolutely starving.

"Ohhh! I can feel you going deeper inside!" you gasp in a breathy, high-pitched voice. Your usual tough, non-nonsense way of speaking goes out the window when a dick is going inside you. As Gene begins to thrust into you, your hefty bosom starts to gently sway up and down in time with his movements. You squeeze his body between your knees, urging him to penetrate you deeper.

"Mmm... ahahaa..." you roll your head, an infectious smile creeping onto your face and making you laugh softy as he pants. Those big bouncing tits prove to be an irresistible temptation for him, and he gives both of them a rough open-handed squeeze.

"I betcha... you would think that, mmf, if you tried to grab a heroine's boobs like that... ahhh.... that she would be kickin' your butt right now. But not like THIS!" you playfully give his flabby backside a couple of kicks with your bootheels as he fucks you.

By the rapturous expression on his face he can barely hear you as he feels your tight tunnel squeezing around his tool. "This is... this is Lynn's pussy..." he gasps in disbelief as he leans forward to squeeze the last inch of his cock into you, letting you feel his pubic hair tickling your pubic mound. When he bucks his hips deep against you, it manages to rub your clit just right.

"AHH! Yes! Right there, keep going deep like that, you sonovabitch! Fuck! Fuck!" you bite your lower lip and tighten your grip on his shoulders, urging him onwards. Gene is so exhilirated that he doesn't notice one of your hands grabbing the pager and 'accidentally' pressing the button to notify the others. If the timing is right, Mike, Daisaku, and the other girls should walk in here just in time to see this lowly security guard making you cum.

However, it seems that by waiting so long, you were underestimating just how good it feels to get fucked while you're under the influence of Panda's pressure points. In his eagerness, Gene keeps sliding deep into your cunt and then grinding up and down against your clit. It feels like not much more than a minute has passed before your knees start shaking, and a tightness spreads through your abdomen.

"Shiiiiiit! EEEE! AAAHH!" you let out a ragged yelp as the feeling of a thick cock waggling around deep inside you and a man's pelvis squeezing down on your sensitive clit pushes you over the edge. You grip Gene's shoulders almost painfully hard. Panting heavily, you push him away so suddenly that he stumbles, his cock slipping out of you.

"Lynn! Lynn...!" he looks like he's stuck in a fever dream, wide-eyed as he stares at you. "Why did... I mean... please, let me do more! I'm gonna explode here!" Gene pleads inarticulately as he stands with his cock in his hands.

You are left just panting and sighing for a minute as you come down from the rush of pleasure. You remember to take a note of what brand that condom is. A grin spreads across your adorable freckled face. If he hasn't cum yet, that means you can do more.

"Hold... your horses. You made me cum... I'm just cooling down a lil'." You allow yourself a satisfied sigh and hop off the desk to your feet. Hmm. Mike and the others still aren't here. You want them to get a good show when they arrive.

"Mmmm..." you nibble on your fingertip a little as you flash your pretty blue eyes at the desperately horny guy. "I reckon that part of what makes me popular with my fans is that I'm like a real small-town, down-home cowgirl." you giggle flirtatiously. "And from what I've happened to overhear once or twice when the guys are talkin' about dirty movies they've found on this new 'internet' thing, I know that 'cowgirl' means something else, too."

"You mean...?" Gene's throat sounds quite dry as he stares at your heaving bosom in awe.

"You ever had a girl get on top of you before, Gene?" you ask with your best flirty smirk.

"No... never." he whispers quietly. "The wife wasn't interested in stuff like that."

"Well, you're about to." you walk up to him and put your hands on his chest. Even split up into four like this, you're stronger than a regular woman, and it takes barely any effort for you to slowly tackle him down to the ground, putting him on his back.

Before Gene can say or think much of anything, there is the clonking sound of your cowboy boots against the tile floor as you straddle his hips. He's staring up at your tits as you slowly squat down over him. "Keep that nightstick of yours standin' up straight, Mr. Night Watchman." you coo as you spread your knees wide and lower your hips.

Resting your hands on Gene's stomach to support yourself (the soft flabby surface a far cry from the firmness of Mike's six-pack abs), you notice that his button-up shirt is covered in sweat stains now. His mouth is hanging open in an expression of pure awe. He barely has the presence of mind to grab his cock with one hand and keep it aimed right up.

"Oh shit... Lynn..." Gene seems suddenly nervous about something and begins stammering. "Wait a second. The, uh, the..."

You huff impatiently as you feel the head of his cock bump against your asshole and mashing up against your clit, the slighest motion from slipping in. "Whatever it is, it can wait. Like I said before, I'm gonna take you..." as you speak, you are lowering your hot, slippery cunt onto that hard, meaty pole of his, "...for a ride!"

There is no objection forthcoming as you slide your way down the shaft and impale yourself on him completely. You don't stop until your well-rounded ass is resting on his bare hips. Bucking your hips forward without pulling out even an inch, you feel the slight pressure of his nutsack brushing against your asshole. You've never felt so naughty.

Gene looks conflicted for a moment. Blinking a few times, his eyes rove up your perfect body. Briefly he makes eye contact with you and looks like he's about to say something... before his eyes slide back down to your big, firm tits. Excited as you are, your nipples are poking through the gossamer-thin fabric of your outfit like bullets. Wordlessly, Gene reaches up and grasps those soft, all-natural mounds with both hands and gives them a squeeze. The palms of his hands pressing down on them combine with the wonderful sensation of a cock stretching out your pussy to make you squeeze your eyes shut and moan shamelessly.

Slowly at first, you start raising and lowering your hips on him, letting his cock slide halfway out before sitting down hard on him again. "This is... the greatest day of my life..." Gene slurs his speech as if drunk as he kneads and squeezes your tits.

You giggle as you begin to move faster and pick up the pace. "Lucky is right. Here I was willing to settle for using a chair when there was... ahhhh.... a big, hard dick I could ride instead!" you squeeze down hard on the stiff member plumbing your depths as you lower your ass onto his lap again, making him suck in air through his teeth.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the tiny security room. When you begin bouncing your ass up and down on his lap faster, Gene lets go of your tits and gets your trim tummy in his hands. He squeezes your midriff tightly as he urges you up and down. One of his thumbs affectionately dips into your belly button.

He's grunting almost painfully now each time you slide down onto his shaft all the way to the base. When he's completely engulfed in your cunt, you pause to gyrate your butt from side to side on his lap. The feeling of his stiff cock wiggling all around inside your slippery inner folds is so satisfying you forget all about making Mike jealous. Maybe that was just an excuse. The most important thing to you right now is cumming again.

Gene is greedily sliding his hands all over your perfectly fit body as you ride him like a bandit making her way out of town. His face is both ecstatic and a little terrified-looking as he allows his fingers to sink deeply into the soft, pliant flesh of your tits once again. He's grabbing a bit uncomfortably hard, now. It's clear he's getting close.

Rather than tell him to knock it off, you decide to knock his socks off so hard he won't even be able to grip anything. "Hey... Mister... whatever your name is..." you say between breathy gasps, "you're real grateful that I rescued your folks from that fire, right?"

"Y-yes! Oh god, yes!" You can't tell if he's even hearing what you're saying, as he's been saying a lot of stuff like that. But the timing fits.

"All in a day's work for... mmf... Lickety-Split Lynn!" you flash a smile down at him as your buttocks keeps up a steady pace of bouncing against his pelvis. Taking your hands off his chest, you straighten up and give your own tits a grope and blow him a kiss.

He looks like his head is about to explode, like a spud in the microwave. He's all red and flushed as he stares up at your amazing body astride his hips. "Lynn... I, uh... I have to tell... Oh shit...!" You can see his whole chest tensing up as he struggles to make this once-in-a-lifetime experience last as long as possible.

"And now..." you say proudly as you lean back, letting your ass press hard against his hips, "I'm gonna..." you put your hands behind you and rest them on his knees. In this position, you're looking down your nose at him... from your perspective, the cleavage which your outfit is perfectly tailored to accentuate is framing his face.

It's a little hard to keep your balance, but you don't intend to stop until this itch between your hips turns into a blazing bonfire of pleasure again. You raise yourself off him a little, then slide back down. He's going balls-deep inside you, the firm nuggets of his family jewels pressing against your puckered asshole.

You're giving yourself a full-body workout as you use both your powerful thighs and your shoulders to slide yourself up and down on that nice thick manhood of his. Your hips are going forward and back, and up and down at the same time, which makes the pleasure that much more intense... his cock isn't just going in and out, but also up and down inside your hot twat. A shiver of electricity runs through you as the head of his cock rubs against a spot inside you you've never felt stimulated before. The surprise brings you right to the edge. It's only because you stop for a moment that you don't cum right then and there.

You bite your lip and smile at him. Gene is now supporting your ass with his hands, helping support you. He makes the first move and starts urging your ass up and down on him.

"I'm... gonna..." you start again as you feel the pleasure building up, "...rescue you from your blue balls! I bet you got a lot stored up! Give me that cum!" you start pumping your hips against him at the fastest pace yet, which he is all too eager to help you keep up. "Cum! I want you to cum! Yes, yes, yes... AHH!"

You arch your back, toss your head to the side and let out a shrill cry as you cum again as you grind against him, the very base of his cock stretching out your pussy lips. It might be your imagination but you think his cock just got bigger. Then, you feel the nuts squeezed against your ass twitch. A sharp grunt comes out of Gene and his whole body tenses up.

Breathing heavily, you sit up straight on top of him again and slip down to let your knees rest on the floor, finally letting your burning leg muscles rest.

"Pfew." You give him a satisfied, almost innocent smile. "Dang! I sure needed that. You may not look like much, but you're a real stud, you know that, Gene?" With a giggle, you bend forward and give him a light kiss on the lips before straightening up again. His hands are resting affectionately on your hips.

"Lynn... Lynn... I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it." the pudgy balding guy says with a rattling breath, blinking away the sweat dripping into his eyes. "I came inside of you."

A cute little snort and wiggle of your nose is your response. "'course you did. I was tellin' you to." you can feel his cock starting to soften inside you now. "That's what the rubber was for, right?"

The guilty look on Gene's face intensifies. "I, uhh... I guess it had been sitting in that desk drawer for too long. Or ran into something sharp, maybe..." he mutters, his grip on your hips tightening slightly.

Bit by bit, your smile fades. "What the heck are you talking about, Gene?" the tone of your voice deepens compared to the light, sweet, girlish tone you'd just had.

"Like I said, I tried to warn you, but once you started moving like that I just couldn't think of anything else-" Gene starts to say, but you cut him off: "Warn me about what?" you demand.

"I'm... pretty sure the condom broke." Gene says with an apologetic wince and an awkward smile.

You take a sharp intake of breath, and your warm contentment is replaced with a sudden jolt of adrenaline? "What?! You, you mean you...?!"

Resting your hands on the man's shoulders, you hesitantly lift your hips off of him, planting your feet on the floor again. As his softening cock slips out of you, you can see the condom bunched up around the base. A dribble of cum is clinging to the head of his wilted cock.

"Awwwwwwwww!" you let out a groan of surprise at the very same moment that you see a few droplets of cum tumble out of your hairless cuntlips and land on his hairy stomach. "Shit!"

The absurdity of what you've done comes crashing down on you now. This was a random, no-name nobody who may as well have stepped out of an unfunny sitcom where half the jokes are about how pathetic he is. And because you happened to feel a little horny, you literally threw him on the ground and fucked him.

And then, the condom, whose praises you'd just been singing for helping him last a long while, didn't stop one single, solitary drop of his cum from ending up inside you.

Not long after having finally stood up straight, you pop a squat again. Just as you were starting to think 'Well, he didn't have that much cum I guess', the up and down motion reveals that he spurted plenty of that hot sticky batter inside you - it's just that most of it ended up so deep that it took a little motion to start dribbling out.

Gene watches your exposed pussy with rapt fascination. In your sudden nervousness, you clench up down there. Even though your enhanced hearing is a bit less keen than usual, you can still here the messy, flatulent *PFFLRPPP* sound as trapped air bubbles come out along with globs of sticky, pearly white jizz.

In that moment, a rush of emotions surges through you. Your sexy confidence is instantly replaced with an instinctual feminine sense of vulnerability - which your impressive superpowers have shielded you from for most of your young life. This guy - THIS guy, of all people - just came inside you, completely unprotected. No condom, no pill - nothing whatsoever standing in the path of nature taking its course.

As much as you might wish otherwise, as you gently wiggle your rump and continue to queef out the massive load of cum he blew inside you, you can't stop your mind from flashing back to high school health class from five years ago. In your mind's eye you can see those illustrated panels in the textbooks of wiggly white sperm dutifully swimming towards the woman's egg. You clench your teeth. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get it out of me!"

This isn't, unfortunately, the first time you've had unprotected sex in the last 48 hours. Or the second. Or... not the third either, you suppose. But with a bank night watchman, of all the men in the world? "Jesus Christ!" you groan to no-one in particular.

And it's THAT moment, of all moments, that there is a soft popping sound as Magik Knight, Wushu Panda, and Madman Mike suddenly appear in the security room. Even in the dim light, it is impossible not to see Gene the night watchman laying there in sweat-soaked clothes with his pants off... and you squatting down, hands on your knees, crotch of your outfit tugged to the side, with a sticky glob of cum dangling from your pussy lips.

Wushu Panda just sighs softly and mutters something softly in Chinese, barely giving you a glance. The sultry blonde Magik Knight is struggling not to laugh, putting one of her black-gloved hands over her mouth.

For his part, Mike looks surprised, but not shocked or angry. He shifts his mouth back and forth a couple of times and looks like he's struggling mightily not to grin. "So, uh, I guess you convinced security to help us out, huh? Now, Lynn, I know it ain't exactly one-to-one, but, just tossing it out there... is there any chance this makes us even?" He fails to resist breaking into a toothy smile.

Your freckled face flushes red in indignation. "Why you...! I'm about to make my boot even with your ass! I'll-"

"Lynn!" Wushu Panda speaks up sharply. Glancing in her direction, you see her white panties under the hem of her skirt - she's bending forward over the bank of camera monitors. "I understand it's partly my fault you were distracted by needing sex, but you really should have been paying attention! Why did you split yourself when you could have just monitored the whole place from in here? Now look what's happened!"

You straighten up and elbow Panda aside. Looking at the monitors, you see not one, but two of your clone-Lynns... looking quite terrified, with their arms raised above their heads. At first you're confused. Then you see a trio of burly men in muscle shirts and ski masks wielding **** rifles advance closer to them, keeping your copies at gunpoint. In the silent black-and-white video transmission, both of your copies start getting their hands **** behind their backs and duct-taped together by the assailants. Looks like Red Tattoo's gang has showed up alright, and that means Lady Deathsmite won't be far behind. Glancing around the other monitors, you've lost track of Lynn #4 - it could be she would be visible on one of the screens you shorted out by spilling coffee on the console.

"Ai yah. I have deal with every opponent now, it seems." Wushu Panda sniffs. "Very will. I will go and break every bone in their bodies."

"Oh no, Panda! You must not!" Magik Knight grabs Panda around the waist before the lithe asian heroine can dash off. "Mr. Madman Vigilante's plan! We must wait for all of the cree-minals to enter zhe vault so they can be trapped like the rats! Even if they take a Lynn or two in there."

Magik turns and looks at you. "Hmm... do the extra Lynns grow back, if you happen to.... lose one or two?"

You groan. What the hell are you going to do about this now?

...oh, shit. You just realized. Since you were just horny enough to fuck that dud of a security guard... what kind of 'bargaining tactics' are likely to occur to your clones now that a bunch of rough, macho gangsters have taken them hostage?