(Bonus smut chapter) Bella Donna isn't shy about trying the obvious escape strategy (M/F)

A few minutes later, the fake hero, 'Ajax the Great', is standing rigidly in front of the door of the interrogation room where Bella Donna is being kept until a proper cell or a police escort can be arranged for her. He's diligently keeping his eyes up and away from the under-dressed 20-year-old supervillainess.

"Why are you standing there all up-tight, like that?" Bella says with a smile and a derisive snort. "Since Maiden America and the Weather Watch smacked down my pretty creations, there ain't a lot I can do to you. I'm just a normal girl now, you know?"

"I don't mean to be rude," 'Ajax' says, "but I don't think we should be talking. This is a really serious matter. It's not that I don't have sympathy for you, about to get caught up in the wheels of the justice system, but..."

"Whaaaat? All I did was a little light vandalism at a pharmaceutical company! The same ones who wouldn't even so much as look at my new formulas, just because I'm a girl from a bad part of town without one of their gold-plated diplomas or doctorates." Bella Donna speaks in an aggrieved, self-pitying and dramatic tone. "Maybe I should have thought it through a little more. But how is it fair for Maiden America AND a whole other team of overpowered bi- uh, girls, to come down on me like a ton of bricks the first time I step out of line? When all kinds of other people who do way worse stuff in costume get away with it for months and years... you don't think that's a little bit unfair?"

Andrew, well known in his civilian identity as being a sympathetic ear, gulps. "Well, I guess if it hadn't just been for the bombing, Thunderbird, Snowflake and Red Balloon wouldn't have been so aggressive about responding immediately to disturbances. Maybe if you explain to the judges..."

"The same judge who go golfing every weekend with those coke-snorting suits who do experiments on people in India and shit, and steal the work of real scientists day in and day out? After I went in there and ripped them the fuc-" she catches herself and licks her lips. "I mean, ripped them off? No way, they gonna throw the book at me harder than they did at Hot Stuff for that demon-summoning shit they tried a couple months ago." The young villianess gives a very theatrical sniff and puts her hands on her face. "I don't want to think about it! Let's talk about something else instead. Let's talk about... you." she sits on the edge of the table and strikes a sexy pose, crossing her legs and putting her cuffed hands up over her head in a stretch.

"I never heard of you before, Mr. Ajax. Classical mythology, right? Yeah, yeah, that's some good shit. That's sort of what I was going for with my 'queen of the werewolves' title." she puts a hand on her chest proudly... drawing his gaze towards the extremely snug pleather top stretched over her pert breasts. "Do you have super strength, I bet?" She gets up from her seat and walks over to him, swaying her hips. She her hands around one of his biceps and coos. "With these guns, I can only imagine what you could do to me if I tried to break out."

"Well, I can..." Andrew smiles and starts to brag but then catches himself. "...actually, I probably shouldn't talk about powers or things like that with a villa... erm, detainee."

"You can say villainess, baby," the svelte black girl says with a giggle. "I been a bad girl lately, I know. But it's okay if you don't want to tell me, it makes you seem kinda mysterious."

"Mysterious..." The so-called hero Ajax says the word admiringly and nods. "I can't argue that. A good hero should be a little mysterious after all."

"Mmm-hmm," Bella Donna says with a grin, continuing to run her hands over his arm and shoulder. "Since I'm gonna be havin' to confess all kinds of shit soon, maybe I can get started making a little confession to you, Mister Mysterious Power." She does a little twirl for him, pausing to shake the well-rounded bubble butt that her black thong barely hides. "I always had... a little bit of a 'thing' for white guys. Lot of dusty-ass boys from my block joined up with me when I became Bella Donna last year thinkin' they were gonna have me wrapped around their finger. Each one of them planning on being a big-ass pimp with a supervillainess as his girlfriend. But I was like, nuh-uh." she waves her finger teasingly. "Wasn't long before they started getting impatient, and then I decided they'd be more useful as-"

Bella Donna stops speaking mid-way through and smiles awkwardly again. "...nevermind that. What I was sayin' is, it isn't just that. I've always really liked looking at you types in long-johns.... heroes. Every queen has to find herself a king to make her feel special." she says in a sultry tone of voice, putting her hands on one of the disguised janitor's shoulders. "Maybe that's the real reason I decided to become a bad girl, so I could get the attention of a strong, mature man in costume to come after me and teach me a hard lesson." she begins rubbing her hands over his chest.

"I... I can see what you're trying to do here, Bella Donna." 'Ajax' says, his voice firmer and deeper than a minute ago. "It isn't going to work. We're right in the middle of the League of Propriety. Even if I... fell prey to your feminine wiles and let myself get distracted for a minute, you wouldn't get very far." he reaches forward and grabs her by her narrow waist, picking her up and putting her back on the table. "So just stay..."

Unfortunately his gesture had the exact opposite effect of what he hoped as Bella gasps in excitement and laughs softly again, putting her hands around his neck as he effortlessly moves her. "Oh but that's awfully boring. I can tell you've been workin' real hard lately. You a low-ranker, right? I bet all those stuck up bitches like Thunderbird and her girl posse don't give you the time of day, huh? I ain't gonna lie, I do want to get out of here. But there's a way both of us can... get what we want, with no problems."

With visible effort, Ajax tears his gaze away from the slender ebony seductress. Bella Donna begins idly toying with one of the afro-puffs on the side of her head as she speaks, kicking her legs under the table like a schoolgirl. "See, I've developed another special little formula. When they start investigating my lab, the cops and capes will find it fo' sure. It's a pheromone spray... something that can cloud the mind and bend the will of any man who gets a sniff."

Ajax's eyes suddenly snap open and he backs away from her, causing Bella to roll onto her side, giggling at him again. "Oh, I didn't manage to get any of it made in time. Seemed like today was my only opportunity to catch May-Ay off her guard. Buuuuuut... here's the thing, 'my king': nobody else but me KNOWS I didn't bring the pheromone spray. And Thunderbird din't warn you about it or nothing. So if you were to fall under Bella Donna's spell, nobody's gonna say it was your fault. All I ask is just one little tiny favor... of just taking me down to the parking garage and letting me borrow one of those SUVs."

"That's a lot to ask!" Ajax says indignantly. "I won't - I mean, I can't. I couldn't possibly..." even as he protests his voice gets weaker and less certain with each word.

Seeing her chance, Bella Donna hops to her feet and does her hip-swaying walk up to him again. "Okay, okay, maybe it's more like a big favor... but in return, you get... everything." she licks her lips and sensually shimmies her hands up and down her nubile body.

Still, he is silent. The sensuous ebony supervillainess smirks. "Well, you don't have to decide right away. How about I give you a free preview? At least let me get a taste of what I'm going to be missing, locked up in a women's only prison for however many years..." she kneels down in front of him and slips her fingers into the bright red 'underwear on the outside' of his costume. She pulls it down, revealing that there's a very prominent bulge sticking out from inside the crotch of his blue leggings. She peels those down too, revealing his hairy thighs. Bella Donna actually gasps at what she finds there.

"Holy shit!" She wraps her hand around the thick eight-inch long hard on. "How were you hiding this down there?! Damn, and all the girls at my high school said white guys were small. I always knew they didn't know what they were talkin' about." She lets out a breathy moan and opens her lips wide, taking the angry purple head past her plump, glossy lips and gradually sliding more and more of his cock into her mouth until he is starting to tickle the back of her throat. Brain clearly operating on autopilot, Ajax puts his hand on top of her head, softly running his fingers through her kinky hair as she begins bobbing up and down on his crotch.

"I... think I... feel something starting to affect my mind. Possibly... uh... pheromones..." Andrew/Ajax says in a small voice as he looks down at the gorgeous, confident young woman enthusiastically sucking his cock.