Crimson Fury mounts her first trophies

The super sexy super villain lets out a wicked laugh as her two hench women continue to count their money.

"A fine haul if ever there was one!" Crimson Fury proclaims as she admires the pilfered panties and other clothing she took from Golden Eagle.

Nina and Fran both shrug their shoulders and continue counting. They're just happy they scored enough from this to pay their share of the rent and will have enough left over to get takeout later.

"You feel like Chinese tonight?" Nina asks Fran.

"Oooh, that sounds good," the skinny redhead responds. "What do you feel like boss?"

Lauren doesn't hear them though, she's too busy leering at the costume she swiped.

I did this! I beat the Golden Eagle! I... I really am a super villain now!

The scrappy go-getter thinks to herself as she basks in the joy and elation of a hard-earned victory.

The crimson-clad cutie turns away from her henchwomen, her mind already spinning with the thoughts of even grander and more daring heists to come.

"Boss?" Nina asks.

"Yeah... sure..." Lauren mumbles, obviously not paying attention.

The goons both shrug and get back to counting the money, with their boss obviously distracted, they each decide to skim a little bit off Crimson Fury's share. Their 5 percent cut is obviously too small, and it's not like their boss will notice if a couple hundred dollar bills go missing...

"I think this trophy needs to be put in a place of prominence!" The super villain proclaims as she hoists the costume above her head. "Let's hang it over the mantle!"

"Um..." Fran quietly says as she clears her throat. "We... we don't have a mantle..."

Nina nods. "Um... like, why don't you have it up in your room? Next to your *snicker* Jonas Brothers poster?" The blonde says as she struggles mightily (and fails) to keep a straight face.

Lauren turns around and glowers at her two goons, even as her cheeks grow red enough to match her name.

"Have you been sneaking into my room?" The super villain asks, a twinge of nervousness and insecurity seeping through her tough-girl façade.

"No," Fran quickly says as she jumps to the defense of her fellow hench girl. "But you do sometimes leave your door open."

Nina nods.

"Well... d-don't go in there..." Crimson Fury stammers. "It's full of secrets and plans and... and stuff!"

"We wont," Fran says as innocently as she can with a smile that's anything but. "But Nina is right, hanging it in your room seems like the best idea. We don't really have space for it out here, and if someone came over, it would probably draw a ton of suspicion to us."

"F-fine," Lauren declares, trying to reassert herself. "I'll hang it over my crime computer!"

She meant the old, increasingly creaky Dell desktop she had swiped from Jade Sun's storage room on her way out of the hideout.

"I'm sure it will serve to inspire me to even greater accomplishments!" She proclaims as she strikes a pose.

"There's no doubt in our minds about that mistress!" Fran says while Nina nods as they try to placate their boss.

"Very well," Crimson Fury says as she tightens her grip on the stolen outfit and strikes a pose. "I shall retire for the evening and begin plotting our next move!"

And with that, the ferocious Fury skitters off to her bedroom. She shuts the door behind her and leans up against it, admiring the Golden Eagle's outfit once me.

Lauren's heart pounds away in her chest as she studies the panties she stole. The red-clad cutie cautiously leans forward and takes a dainty little sniff of the super heroine's underwear. They smell very faintly of sweat and... other natural odors.

She giggles uncontrollably as she feels a naughty flutter in her belly.

"I... I'm the best," she tells herself.