Stick with Plan A

KARA

Kara didn’t like either plan, but she especially didn’t like the idea of having sex with a lieutenant of the Patriarch. Firstly it was against her morals, but moreover, there were logistical problems involved. Normal men couldn’t penetrate her, not without breaking their pelvises. And while her touch was strong enough to excite her, she knew from experience that a human being trying to get her in mood by touching her, was better off using a jackhammer.

“Okay…I’ll-I’ll go with your first plan.” (KARA: +3SP)(64SP)

Gerry smiled. It wasn’t as reassuring as she’d expected. “I know this all makes you uncomfortable, Super Girl. But the thing you have to remember is that it is all for a good cause. You’re not doing this because you like this, so don’t feel ashamed about it.”

“Right…uh…yeah.” Kara fidgeted. Why was she getting turned on right now? She should have been thinking about the plan. She was sure that she could come up with a better one. She was positive that there was some big gaping hole in all this, it’s just that she wasn’t quite able to articulate.

But even if she had, she found it pleasurable, to do what Gerry said. He knew more about these situations than she did. He seemed well experienced in the world of vice, unlike her. And if she screwed this up, she knew it would be his life on the line, not hers.

And she was so tired, of being responsible all the time, of having to make the hard call, to protect the people around her. It was nice to have someone she could trust, to make the hard call for her, someone who was willing to go all the way.

“I’ll be in communication with you the whole way, so if you have a question, just whisper in your ear. And make sure to give me details every few minutes about what’s happening, since I don’t have X-ray vision.”

She nodded and turned away. But she stopped, when she felt him place a hand on her shoulder. She looked back, a little shocked by the sign of affection.

“Just remember, I’ll be out here if anything goes wrong.”

Kara should have scoffed. After all, what was there that he could handle that she couldn’t? Instead she warmed at his touch. She felt protected somehow, by his involvement in this decision making process, like she somehow knew he wouldn’t let her down.

GERRY

As Super Girl marched across the street, holding her poor excuse for a skirt down to avoid the salty breeze flashing the S on her panties at the sailors and vagabonds currently eye-**** her. I smiled. Life had been so boring and frustrating only a week ago. Now it was full of danger. One false move and I doubted anyone would ever find me again. But moments like these…they made it all worth it.

Then I picked up his phone and dialed one of my contacts.

“Esper? You remember that girl I told you about? She’s on her way.”

As I exited the phone call, I noticed a notification had appeared from the Submission app.

Congratulations! An uninitiated subject has entered within 100 meters of you.

I frowned. What the hell was this?

I touched the notification and it opened up the app. There was a new super-heroine at the top of the list of names, now with a little red light next to it.

KATE KANE = -59

…

Who the fuck was Kate Kane?

KATE

Even with her sunglasses and drab outfit, Kate stuck out like a sore thumb. Most of the clientele at the Maneater was idiot businessmen, looking for a little side action to distract them from their boring wives. Occasionally, you got some **** dealer with way too much cash on hand.

But she wasn’t Batwoman tonight. It wasn’t her job to break in the noses of some pervy slimeball who would probably just end up back on the street anyway.

She was Miss Morris, a sexy aristocrat definitely not related to Catherine Kane or Batwoman, here to watch some sluts dance around.

It was a secret shame visiting this place, but she found that, weirdly, watching young women pretend to be her co-workers, as they flaunted their hot, little bodies, blew off a lot of her steam. More than once in the middle of an argument with Wonder Woman or Green Lantern, she’d wanted to grab them and just kiss them.

These little rendezvous, to clubs like this, helped to alleviate that desire.

Kate sighed. She was in the wonderful position of being a lesbian who got to hang around statuesque, incredibly powerful women, on a daily basis. And…none of them were interested her in the least. She had thought at least that Power Girl, the bisexual slut that she was rumored to be, would have been up for it.

Instead, she was relegated to attending these demeaning shows, and her fantasies remained just that.

She lifted her hand and ordered another old fashioned. She was here to relax, and to NOT think about her disastrous love life.

GERRY

I clicked on the name and a picture was pulled up.

Batwoman? BATWOMAN?

Batwoman was within 100 meters of me right now?

I had to resist the urge to look back and forth, in the fear she might be right behind me at this moment. Then I noticed the little map icon beneath the still red glowing notification.

I clicked on it and watched as a little digital map was pulled up. After a little zooming in I could see that there were two little dots on the map. One of them, the yellow one, which I realized corresponded with Super Girl after tapping on it, was moving down the alley way that led to the back of the Maneater.

The other, a red dot, was inside of the Maneater at the moment.

That meant Batwoman was inside the burlesque club which I had just sent Kara to. Batwoman. The greatest detective in the world, at least the greatest since Batman’s ****. Who had no doubt met Super Girl at least once.

I opened the pick up and grabbed Super Girl’s costume. Then I stuffed it inside of my coat and hurried to the opening doors of the club.