Another... Stripperella?

The half-naked woman jumped backward avoiding the swing of the door. In the doorway, stood a woman dressed as Stripperella. The woman was wearing a tight, long-sleeved maroon crop top that showed off her slender midriff. Her tits poked out of the boobs window, it looks like her tits were able to rival Erotica's size.

The mysterious woman's outfit resembled Stripperella down to the tight short skirt and high heels. She even wore a traditional superhero eye mask which match the color of her outfit and that was the same as Stripperella's. On her waist, there was a belt with various tools and weapons such as a taser gun and whip as well as several small bags for storing things.

"Who the fuck are you??" said Erotica who swiftly put up her stance to fight.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your fun time?" said the woman who had shoulder-length red hair.

"Well, thanks for breaking the privacy rules at TenderLoins!"

"Privacy? How ironic you'd say that when your identity is about to be revealed, Stripperella."

Erotica frowned, "I don't understand what you're talking about, you better get out of here right now! Sven!" Erotica calls her bouncer.

The mysterious woman stood confidently while waiting for Erotica's bouncer. The blonde kept calling for Sven but the bouncer didn't come.

"Oops, looks like I accidentally knocked out your 'Sven' earlier." the red-haired woman sneered.

"You bitch! What do you want?"

"Just wanted to make sure if you, Erotica Jones, really are the famous Stripperella."

"I've told you before, I don't know what you mean. Now get out!"

Erotica charged at the mysterious woman with a high sweeping kick towards her head. The woman dodged gracefully with a small step to the side and made Erotica's kick hit the door causing it to slam shut.

The redhead caught Erotica's leg while locking the door behind her.

"Looks like I'm going to have some fun. Brace yourself because you're locked in with your predator here." said the redhead.

The woman hit Erotica's stomach with all her might right on her solar plexus. Erotica's body should've pushed back, but the woman's grip was too strong and held her in place. The fake Stripperella then released Erotica's leg and kicked her in the chest.

"OGGH!?"

Erotica launched back and crashed on her dresser. Winded, Erotica lay weakly hugging her midriff. She tried to get up but the heavy trauma in the abdomen held her back, she was **** to lie still until the pain is gone.

"Wh-who are you...?" she asked with a scared tone.