Yes, as well as some trouble...

Yes, it seemed all women were the same. They all loved to shop, though that wasn't really fair, John thought to himself. Diana was picking out a lot of clothing, but she was just trying to pick out something, anything...that made sense to her. Her simple Greek attire from home wasn't going to be found here. She'd rip off whatever clothing she was wearing and try another. The single store clerk of the tiny clothing shop was watching intently. She had stripped down naked, right there near the end of the store, where the mirrors were. John had to first convince her to put on something called 'underwear'.

"Sir, perhaps you could help me." She, ripping up another piece of clothing. "None of these garments feel right...at least not unless you tell me so."

"Well, you can't just walk around in that armor, you'll get too much attention. Here, try this on." He threw a dress at her he had picked out for her, one he thought would fit her pretty well. It looked somewhat sophisticated, which did well to hide the fact that underneath that look, she was a cum guzzling slut willing to do anything any man said.

"How do I look, master?" Diana asked, striking a pose she saw on one of the ads on a wall.

"Perfect. You have underwear on now cause there isn't a need for you to wear your armor,but if you wanted to, I bet you could fit it underneath."

She nodded. What was it about superheroes able to hide their clothing underneath their casual wear? At least with Diana, how little her armor covered her would allow her to wear a number of things. At the moment, it was lying on the floor in a pile, along with her lasso and shield.

The lonesome store clerk, a middle aged Hispanic man, walked up to John, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Sir, you are going to pay for all these, right?"

"Dude...look at her. You want a night with her? She'll do it, happily. Whatever you want."

"Seriously?"

Just then, the glass doors slid open, and two men with guns ran into the store. They quickly made their way to the cash registered, not manned by anyone, and started busting it open.

"Hey, stop that!" The store clerk said, running over to the counter, only to be met with a gun aimed at his head.

"Make the wrong move, and you're dead. It's not worth it, buddy, trust me."

"Master, what is going on? Why did that sound like a threat?" Diana asked.

"Shit, robbers." He replied. "We gotta get out of here, they're dangerous."

"Dangerous? Robbers?"

"Bad people, Diana! They'll kill us if we try to stop them."

Diana quickly disrobed, getting dressed out of sight of the robbers.

Once they were done, they scurried outside to the getaway car, a third accomplice hitting the gas to get them out.

"Look at this loot! That was a total waste of time!" One of them said.

"Guys, not to alarm you, but I think there were more people in there. Thought I saw a chick, she was hot..."

"Dude...was it that chick?"

The two criminals in the back looked out the back window, their eyes widening in shock.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

Diana soured through the air, catching up to the car quickly before she grabbed the bumper. She slammed her feet into the ground, tearing through the cement until the car was at a complete stop. Just to make sure they couldn't escape, she ripped off one of the tires, letting it bounce away from them.

"I was told you were bad men." She said, softly placing the car down. The robber immediately got out, aiming their guns at her.

"I'm a trained Amazon, I don't suggest it." Diana said, crossing her wrists in front of her face.

"Waste the bitch!"

John and the store clerk ran outside to catch up with them, and as quickly as she was found, they stopped, watching in amazement and wonder.

Diana was blocking their gun shots with her wrist guards. It was like a dance, watching Diana gracefully move closer and closer to them, deflecting every bullet, ensuring the strays wouldn't hit anyone by curving them upward. She grabbed two of the men by their necks, throwing them into the side of the car.

"You men don't deserve slaves like me!" She yelled as she grabbed the third one the same way, dispatching him as well.

"See, I told you." John said to the store clerk, trying to catch his breath. "Total slut, she wants to be a ****. She can be yours for the night, if you let us crash with you."

People were starting to crowd around the scene, taking pictures of the newly revealed superhero. Diana knew she wasn't ready yet to properly share her message, so she flew up into the sky before the media could arrive.

John paced back and forth around the small apartment, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. It was the dead of night, the lights off while it sound of raining pelting the roof filled the air.

"That was incredible Diana!" He said. "You're a superhero, just like Supergirl or Batgirl! We need to come up with a name for you. If you really want...this could be the way you complete your mission! You can have two identities, and each one can work in different ways. Your superhero identity needs a name though..."

Diana couldn't answer, though. Not while the store clerk's fat cock was in her mouth. He was standing up, pumping her mouth while holding her head in place.

"Hmm...Something that rolls off the tongue...something that tells everyone what you're like...maybe something like....Wonder Woman...."