A super-heroine themed burlesque club

KARA

“A strip club?!” Kara said, louder than she meant to.

“It’s not a strip club, it’s a burlesque club.” _Gerry said. _“And it’s an opportunity for her to move around and look for clues, unlike last time.”

Kara felt a twinge down below at the thought. He wanted Super Girl to dress up in a parody of her own costume and pretend to be an erotic dancer. She imagined the lecherous faces of men leering up at her from the crowd. She imagined the things they might say to her, the way they might treat her…

Hey you! She reminded herself. You’re doing this catch the Patriarch, not to strut around like whore.

She knew she was thinking with her pussy, a dangerous mistake in her line of work.

“I’m sorry, Gerry…I…I just don’t think Super Girl will feel comfortable doing that.” She finally said. She had to catch the Patriarch, before he continued harmed the women of this city more than he already had. But she couldn’t trust what she would do, once she was in that situation.

She felt the need to return to her fruitless masturbation and closed her legs, trying to concentrate on the phone call.

“Oh, okay. Well, I don’t have any other leads than that…I guess its back to the drawing board then.”

He hadn’t **** her to go. She was relieved and disappointed in herself. Was she really so needy that she couldn’t pretend to be something she wasn’t for one night?

“I guess I’ll try to contact one of the other super-heroines…”

“Wha-what?” Kara suddenly sat up, the heat between her legs disappearing.

“Well, I mean, if Super Girl isn’t comfortable with that kind of thing, I’m not going to **** her. I mean, she’s so gorgeous, I’m surprised she’s so shy about her body.” Kara blushed and remembered the awkwardness of their last encounter.

“But I’m sure there are other super-heroines who would be willing to do something like this.”

Kara swallowed, dryly. “But…I thought…”

“I’m not saying that I won’t keep calling you Kara to get Super Girl’s help, but I have to do what I can to stop The Patriarch before his big plan comes to fruition. And I’m sure heroines like Starfire or Black Canary would be more comfortable with something like this.”

Kara wanted to leap to the defense of her fellow super-heroines. They did wear costumes more revealing than hers, but that didn’t mean they were exhibitionists. She also wanted to tell Gerry that it wouldn’t be necessary for Gerry to contact another heroine, because she was prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect the city.

“Maybe Super Girl could put me in contact with Power Girl? She seems like she’d be up for this and I’ve personally always wanted to meet her.”

Kara felt herself chill at the image. Little Super Girl asking that big breasted bully to jump in and finish a job *Kara* couldn’t, because she was too darn shy. Power Girl would never let her forget it. What if she caught the Patriarch instead of Kara. Kara didn’t want a ton of credit, but she would like her hard work acknowledged. If Karen got to him first, it would be all about her. How Kara couldn’t even keep the city she was supposed to be protecting clean of villains!

Not to mention, she might find out about Kara’s humiliating evening at the brothel. Gerry said he’d always wanted to meet her. She remembered how awkward and doting he’d been on that awful night. If he stumbled over himself for her, what wouldn’t he do for Karen. Everyone knew she was stronger, taller, sexier…

Kara could feel herself getting turned on again, at the idea of allowing Karen to take credit for her work, while she lay in bed and played with herself some more.

“Kara? Are you still there? I hope I didn’t upset you…”

No! She couldn’t let her life be ruled by her hormones. She was Super Girl, faster than a speeding bullet and more powerful than a locomotive. She could handle this on her own. She could handle anything.

“Hold off on telling anyone else until I get a chance to talk to Super Girl, okay?” Kara asked.

_“Okay, but you need to hurry. The show starts in an hour!”- - - - - -

_

The Maneater was in the warehouse district. And it was notorious for hosting girls dressed as meta humans. Super Girl had heard about it, every super-heroine had heard about it, although most of them pretended they hadn’t.

Being vigilantes, they weren’t able to trademark their designs. Which meant that people could sell “official” merchandise using her branding or her designs, without her consent.

Or they could dress up like her and do a sexy dance.

Gerry had told “Kara” to tell Super Girl to meet him in the alley across the street. When she landed, she found him standing next to an old beat up pick up, staring at his phone intently.

“Gerry…” She whispered, from behind the dumpster where she’d landed. “It’s me…I’m over here.”

Gerry turned with surprise and then put on that golden smile of his. She was surprised to find that he was good deal…handsomer than she remembered. He had never been ugly, of course, just a little overweight and a little old for her tastes. But now…he had some rugged charm to him that made her want to please him.

“There you are! I was worried you were gonna no show, even after all that,” He said, laughing nervously and scratching at his stubble.

“I’m here to get a job done.” She answered, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever was about to come next.

“Of course. I’m so glad you did come…” Gerry said. “I really didn’t want to go through this with someone I didn’t trust.”

Kara blushed and then straightened up. “So, what’s the plan, Manheim?”

Gerry reached onto the passenger seat of the pick up and removed some white and red fabric.

It was not as bad as Kara had thought it would be. It was worse.

This costume mimicked the one she’d used when she was younger. But it the skirt was shorter, the shirt would only go to her midriff, the v-neck would leave her breasts almost completely exposed and the red Mary Jane platforms would make walking difficult.

“It also comes with knee highs.” Gerry admitted, holding the costume out like it might be poisonous and scratching the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Couldn’t you find…something less revealing?” Kara asked, embarrassed that they were even having this conversation. If she’d made up her mind sooner, she could have picked out the costume herself.

“This is the costume that the girl who usually pretends to be you, uses.” Gerry admitted. “It would look suspicious if you were dressed differently than all the other dancers.”

All the other dancers. As if she was one of them, and not a world-famous heroine who’d saved the city countless times.

“Just give it to me and I’ll go change.” She said, extending her hand. (KARA: +11SP)(59SP)

“Wait,” Gerry said, tugging the costume back away from her and gesturing to the cabin of the truck. “You can use the truck to change.”

“What? No, I’ll just use my super speed.” She said.

“Yes, but then you’ll have to use it again to retrieve your actual costume.” Gerry said. “You don’t want more people to see you like this, do you?”

Kara sighed and realized he was probably right. The faster she got this done, the sooner they could catch the Patriarch and this would all be over. (KARA: +2SP)(61SP)

She grabbed the ridiculous costume and Gerry turned away as she climbed into the truck.

GERRY

The girl really was stupid. I supposed that’s what came from relying on your muscles all the time, instead of your mind. I’d gone to such precautions to integrate the tiny cameras inside the cabin of the pick up, just so he wouldn’t have to worry about her noticing them with her X-ray vision. It had turned out she wasn’t the least bit suspicious of him.

I couldn’t wait to see the pictures after this was all over.

“Okay, what now?” Super Girl asked, climbing out of the car and wobbling unsteadily her red shiny platforms.

“Here’s the earring we’ll use to communicate.” Holding out a small piece of metal and watching as she slid it into her ear. “Put your actual costume in the truck, then head to the back of the bar. Knock on the back-door and tell them that you are Sally. In less than an hour, a man in a green suit is going to enter the building with some of his thugs.”

“The Patriarch?” Super Girl asked.

“No, I believe it’s one of his lieutenants.” I said. “There will be booths for private dancing, after the show. Make sure to get his attention while you’re on stage, so he’ll pay you to dance for him. Then you can make him tell you where the Patriarch is. There’s a bug in the outfit, so we’ll be able to listen back to your conversation later.”

Super Girl looked uneasy. “But…then he’ll know I’m the real Super Girl. If-if he told anyone-”

“I think you’ll be able to persuade him not to…” I said. I could see she wasn’t convinced and having anticipated this type of push-back, I decided to play my ace. “I guess…if you don’t like the plan, Super Girl, you could try to seduce him instead.”

“What?” She looked shocked. She had acclimated to erotic dancing and pretending to masturbate, but this apparently crossed the line.

“Well, if you can convince him to take you to his home, you might find out the information we need then. I’m not saying you have to have sex with him…just pretend that you do.” I tried not to grin. I was fairly certain which, between the two options she would pick.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For my version of the story, I will be incorporating the idea that male superheroes once existed in this world and founded the Justice League and the Bat Family, but are either dead or vanished. So, while I will keep within the boundaries of only heroines in the current time, classic characters, like Superman, Batman and the original Flash, will not be gender-bent in my version of this story, but will instead act as a kind of legacy which informs a lot of the lore.