I dare you

"How fast are you now, witch?"

MPH looked down at the ground over 5000 feet below; the only thing keeping her from falling was the ample-bosomed woman in the aviator costume holding her arms. "Fast enough to beat you, Air Slut."

"Air Slut? Fine talk from a girl in leather that's tighter than her own skin. Did you have to run all the way to France to buy that fetish suit?"

"I'm sure you know where I bought it; you probably shop there all the time to get toys for your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Fightin' Flyer? He's not my boyfriend he's my-"

"Lover? The guy who comes so hard in you he fires you into the stratosphere? Everyone he screws gets super powers you know; is that how you got yours?"

"If you have to know he's my brother!"

"And you slept with him anyway? You are a dirty little whore, aren't you?"

"If you don't shut up I'll drop you; we'll see how fast you fall."

"I dare you!"

"I'm not a murderer."

"It wouldn't kill me." I hope, thought MPH.

"How do you know?"

"I know because I'm MPH. I take risks. How far have you stretched your powers?"

"I can fly 150 miles an hour, and can lift a quarter-ton while I'm doing it."

"Can you fly while distracted?"

"Huh?"

MPH engaged her parahuman speed and grabbed Air Scout, undoing the girl's fly and pulling her pants down at super speed. Then she got her hand shaking at about 90 hertz and grabbed Air Scout's crotch. Air Scout's mouth dropped open in a surprised moan and she grabbed for her pussy.

Well, I'm in for it now, thought MPH as she plummeted. I sure hope I'm right.

That idiot, thought Air Scout as she dived after the girl in the black leather bodysuit. The pants flapping around Scout's knees were keeping her below maximum velocity, which meant she wouldn't catch MPH in time. Sure she's a bitch, but only crooks deserve to go bitch-splat.

About ten feet from the ground MPH got ready. Time slowed so it seemed to her like she was falling about two feet per second. She absorbed that by flexing her knees. Air Scout looked worried; estimating her velocity told MPH that she wouldn't stop in time. Sure this girl was an overconfident twat, but she didn't deserve the broken bones. MPH caught her.

The two girls lay in a crumpled heap of arms and legs on the ground. MPH chuckled a couple of times and then started laughing; a moment later Air Scout was too.

MPH finally gasped, "What a rush!"

"Are you kidding? You could have been killed!"

"Yeah, but I wasn't, and neither were you. You have to admit it was fun."

"It was... yeah, you're right. Let's do it again."

Air Scout put her arms around MPH and started floating upwards.

"Wait! There's one thing that would make this even better." There was a blur of movement and a black leather bodysuit fell to the ground along with an aviatrix's costume. The girls floated there; MPH in only her full-head mask and Air Scout in her flight cap and goggles. "Okay, up we go, Elevator Girl."

They floated upwards. Air Scout looked over the girl in her arms.

"Those are real?"

"Entirely. In fact the suit crushes them down a bit so there's less air resistance. Anyway, you're pretty fit yourself; I can see why your brother likes to bounce on you."

"No he doesn't; after the one time he panics when he sees my body."

"But you still want him."

"Who wouldn't?"

"You're singing to the choir, girly. Now, this is against my better judgment, but would you like to team up? I'm sure the two of us working together could catch him."

"He's a hero, not a crook."

"I'm talking about taking him to bed, not jail."

"Ohh, that makes sense. Do you want to pinky swear on it?"

"I have a better idea. Ever heard of the mile-high club?"

MPH entwined her body with Air Scout's and started vibrating as they rose further into the air.