Girl-girl show with extra toppings and a side order of [F/F sex]

The first thing you see upon walking in makes your confident grin vanish. Standing imposingly in front of the aisles leading to the booths where Don Vida would be was a six-foot-one man with a weightlifter's physique. His head was shaved but he sported a menacing red goatee, wore a red-tinted visor, and was dressed in an incredibly tacky bright orange tuxedo. You smile and look back, as if to make sure your mobster 'friend' is still following you, and throw your voice again, whispering up to Julia and stalling for time.

"There's a big guy in here, looks like trouble. Huge, bald, wears a red visor and orange formal wear, scowls a lot?"

The big bodyguard looks at you suspiciously as you linger there, Mr. Signoria looking at you nervously and clearing his throat, urging you to go inside. You make as if you're comforting Doc again, taking hold of one of her hands in yours and squeezing it.

"Okay, okay!" Julia says ten seconds that feel like an eternity later, using her tight-beam megaphone. It was giving your powers quite a workout to carry out a conversation at a distance with people right next to you not noticing.

"His alias is The Melter," Julia says to you, "He can fire some kind of rays from his, uh, hips. It melts any non-living material into slag but doesn't harm living bodies. Wait, wait, I spoke too soon, actually it does, but indirectly. Hmm... apparently he used to be a member of a group called 'Hot Stuff' but according to League records, he was captured years ago, served his sentence, and has been rehabilitated. Judging by the fact that he's here, I'm guessing... not so much. Good luck, my friend!"

Hmmm. Well, if Queen knew or suspected the presence of this guy it goes a long way towards explaining why she wanted to send you in first as a distraction; it sounds like his powers would be a good counter to hers. Maybe you could use that to your advantage somehow. And as much as you hated to admit it, Green Streak's midriff-and-underboob-baring version of your costume was looking more and more justified all the time... you just didn't have that much clothing on you to melt, and what you did have was easily removed.

Tony signoria had a quick word with Melter, and the intimidating supervillian nodded and stepped aside, allowing the three of you to go to the table where this elusive crime boss was.

Interestingly, the only person aside from the short, withered-looking old man in a trenchcoat and a bowler hat sitting at the booth was a pretty young teenage girl with a particularly pale complexion and dark hair in an all-black dress. You winced a little bit, hoping that wasn't what it looked like; she couldn't have been any older than 16 by the looks of her.

"Antonio..." the old man said. "This is an unexpected and unwelcome visit. I know that we are good friends, but you forget yourself, acting as if you are family with me."

"Who are those two ladies, grandpapa? Did your dirty old friend who runs this place decide to turn it into a theme restaurant with waitresses?" The girl asks with a giggle.

There's no doubt, however, that the real creep here is this Cornelio Vida character. You don't exactly know the Acropolis underworld like the back of your hand, but you still find it odd you've never even heard of him until tonight. There's certainly nothing about him in the League's records that you remember. And when you focus on him more closely...

A lump rises in your throat as you **** yourself to smile at the wrinkled man in the fine suit. Your super senses tell you that something is very wrong indeed here. Don Vida doesn't have a pulse. There's a lot of things that could mean and none of them are good.

"Please, Mr. Vida... I wouldn't waste time with this if it wasn't something very, very... worth your time. My soldiers out on the street just brought in these two card-carrying vigilantes, and I felt like they ought to be brought before you right away. I mean, they're quite an eyeful if you know what I mean, especially red here..."

"Oh," Don Vida said casually, "I am well aware of who they are. Cordelia? Would you please go give your compliments to the chef in the kitchen, for the next ten minutes? You know how much he appreciates it."

The young girl gives both you and Doc a weirdly malevolent look and giggles again as she skips off into the kitchen.

"Mr. Melter?" the don continues, beckoning his imposing bodyguard over. "Mr.Signoria here has made a grave error in judgement by bringing these two girls here. Please eject them, and him, immediately, with all necessary ****."

The sound of heavy footsteps approaches rapidly behind you. "Wait a moment!" You raise your hand for attention. Time to use your skills at lying.

"Can't you tell that we have both been mentally reconditioned for your pleasure, sweetie?" you ask the don endearingly, pulling Rainbow over and putting your hand around her waist. "Like our master there taught us," you indicate Tony, "all so-called superheroines are secretly just nymphomaniacs in denial, who turn into the most obedient sluts imaginable if you just give us the right little treatment... like Dr. Fausto did for our new master. You have nothing to fear from us. Might we have a chance to please you before you have us sent away? My master informed me that you enjoyed watching pairs of girls putting on a show... won't you at least see what we have to offer?"

Tony nods dumbly. "Uh, what she said." The Melter looks over to the Don, who strokes his chin thoughtfully and gives a little roll of his hand to motion you to go on.

You suddenly flip Dr. Rainbow's skirt up and put your thigh between her legs, drawing a squeak of surprise from her. You start fondling her slender waist and planting a line of kisses up her neck. As expected, though she weakly pushes up against your shoulders, she's soon reduced to putty in her hands. You wonder, is it that easy to arouse her for everyone, or are you just that good? You don't even have that much experience with girls. In fact there might be a few 'firsts' in what you're about to do. But everything hinges on getting these guys distracted enough for the Full House gang to make their move - only in the chaos of a full confrontation can you hope to bust all the villains involved.

"Let me show you just what my super-flexibility and balance makes me capable of..." you say in a husky voice as you suddenly put your entire body's strength into a grab and spin, sweeping Dr. Rainbow off her feet and turning her petite form upside down in the blink of an eye, causing her to gasp in surprise as her colorful skirt feel down over her waist, exposing her panties. Grunting with effort, you pulled her up higher and kept a firm grip on her thighs as her panties were brought up closer and closer to your face.

"Here, let me help you with that." Before you could object, The Melter pulled down the hem of his slacks - but before you could see anything down there in detail a livid red ray sprang forth. It sliced through the straps holding your bottoms on with surgical precision, causing them to fall away and expose your magnificent mound mere inches away from Dr. Rainbow's still-shocked face.

You hoped that she would understand that this was a necessary step as you gently grabbed onto her underwear with your teeth and tugged it up to the knees of her inverted, gently kicking legs. Telling yourself this was all for the higher cause of justice, you started licking and kissing her cute slit and tonguing the teal heart-shaped pubic hair that periodically tickled your chin. She eventually got with the program and began hesitantly licking at your honeypot as well.

It wasn't exactly the greatest experience you'd ever had. But the sheer exoticism of the 'standing sixty-nine' show you and Rainbow were giving the mobsters held their undivided attention. You were better at this than Rainbow was, and as a little taunt showing off your superior skills, you bring her closer and closer to the edge. Your muscles are starting to burn with the effort of holding her up even though she doesn't weigh much more than 100 pounds. Her petite body gyrates against yours with unexpected ****, nearly toppling both of you to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

"Nightingale..." she moans into you. "Oh, it's so naughty... but I can't help... Ahhh, mmf!!!!"

Something rather fantastical happened then: thighs and hips shuddering, Dr. Rainbow gasped and came, and a few tiny squirts of sweet nectar came out from her inverted cunny. And right after that, an actual miniature rainbow began shimmering in the air, beginning at her 'pot of gold' and reaching clear to the other side of the room.

Just as soon as you were starting to hope that Dr. Rainbow might succeed in returning the favor, tentative though her efforts were, a loud "Ca-CAW! Ca-CAW!" reaches your ears from outside. That was Julia giving the signal. And mere moments afterwards, there was a resounding crash as Club-9 smashed through the rear entrance, followed by Spade and Diamond, with Queen strolling casually in through the front door.

"Ah, glad you're enjoying the show we had Nightingale put on for you." she says, dusting her hands. "It took us a few minutes to mop up the three teams of sharpshooters you had covering the entrance and possible escape routes. Suffice to say, no one is coming to your assistance now, Don. Now would be a good time to get down on your knees and start begging for mercy."

You gently lay Dr. Rainbow down on a nearby table - she's in dreamland now and will need a minute or two to come down from her supernatural climax before she can do anything useful again. You know the feeling, frankly. The Melter grits his teeth aggressively and steps up to challenge the new arrivals. A sudden glaring red light burst from his crotch and the entire front of his pants disintegrated in a puff of smoke.

"Mel," the Don said with a wave of his hand, "Take care of things. Those two lezzes and the playing card gang both. I'll subdue them once you've got them softened up for me."

"Yes, boss." the Melter said, cracking his knuckles and advancing towards you eagerly.

Club-9 makes another ill-advised charge, bellowing a battlecry, and gets his power armor's legs melted out from under him. Spade-9 hurls a small bucket of dice at Melter. They seem to be some kind of semi-guided projecticles, and home in on him, exploding on contact - but they only succeed in shredding some of his clothes.

Queen herself makes a beeline for Don Vida. "It's time you paid your debts, you cowardly, dishonest, ignoble scum. You may have cheated the forces of law and order a dozen times, but you won't get away from me until I've gotten every iota of restitution I have coming for your killing of the man I love."

Cornelio Vida gives a dry, mocking laugh, casually standing up and taking off his trenchcoat, leaving him in a plain dress shirt. "I didn't kill Trevor, Juliana. Your, heh, 'king' wasn't quite the knight in shining armor you thought. But I have no taste for sad stories right now - I think it's better if I just put you out of your misery now."

Queen, indignant, snaps her fingers and dozens of pieces of silverware hover up into the air as you square off against Melter. Not wanting to give him the chance to harm you by melting your outfit slowly enough to burn you, you immediately yank off your top and strip out of your remaining outfit completely, even your boots, leaving you standing there in nothing but your mask and waging an internal battle between fighting spirit and natural embarrassment.

With another cry, all the combatants clashed and the restaurant's interior descended into chaos.