Angrily dominate Fonzie against the window.

Gritting her teeth hard enough to taste pennies, Starslip rolled the two around and slammed Fonzie back first against the thick, cold glass of her window, cracking it a little. She then turned around and pinned the mob boss against it, kissing her hard and almost shoving her tongue all the way into her throat. With her foe against the ropes, she quickly went about tearing her blouse open, exposing her bare chest, and began leaving harsh-looking love bites all across her neck and breasts.

"Show them," Fonzie ordered between moans. "Show them you're the devil's ****. Show—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Cassie yelled, wrapping a hand firmly over Alfonso's mouth. The young blonde then went to work undoing the older woman's pants and shoving her free hand down them, fingering her roughly. To her shame, she found herself delighting in watching her enemy's expression change to one of pleasure mixed with the embarrassment of having this **** upon them.

"How's it feel, huh?" Starslip demanded, adding another finger to Fonzie's pussy and thrusting them deep inside her, the fingertips becoming denser and harder as they pounded the mob boss’ vagina. "How's it feel to be on the other side?! To be weak and helpless and **** to enjoy being taken against your will?!"

Not waiting for a response, Cassie instead put a third finger inside, watching as Alfonso's eyes almost bugged out of her skull. She wrapped her lips tightly around one of the gangster's nipples and sucked hard, hearing and feeling her moan and groan against the blonde's palm, occasionally running her tongue across it.

After a while, though, even Fonzie was incapable of holding out. Howling against the young blonde’s palm, she climaxed on Starslip’s fingers, her love juices staining her pants as they ran down her lap and her legs. The job done, Cassie retrieved her fingers, even making a show of licking the cum from them.

"...Who's the whore now?" the Violaceous Victor asked, panting and shaking.

At first, Alfonso didn't say anything. She merely rested against the glass as Cassie pulled away slightly. After a few moments, though, she started to giggle, looking into the young heroine's eyes. "...Felt good, didn't it? Being bad? Being sick? Being everything you hate?"

Before Starslip could retort with something witty, Fonzie grabbed her by her blonde hair and yanked them together, kissing her deeply. The mob boss then kicked her own pants off and tossed her blouse atop it. Knowing where this was leading, the young blonde looked down at herself and what was left of her costume, wondering if she should strip the last of her clothes off as well, or how much of them. Was she willing to bare all for Fonzie, including her face and identity?