Suited and Booted

"Here's the boot lace you needed Super SixPack" NovaGirl said excitedly as she wandered over to him.

"That's brilliant! Thanks so much. I owe you big time for this."

"Oh, don't mention it."

OHMIGOD! What have I done?

I stood on the side of the street still, clutching at the remains of my spandex thong, now just one piece which goes from pubis to the top of my ass crack. One of my hands clutching at the costume behind, the other holding the front tight to my crotch. I hadn't realised it but having tightened the fabric so close to my body I had pushed one of my testicles out the side of the spandex, on view to anyone that looked.

SUDDENLY!...

BikerLass kicked the door down and stepped out into the street, firing a bullet into the air from a pistol she had in one hand. Her other hand rested above her on Wonder Woman's naked ass, BikerLass wore WW's star-spangled panties on her head. Wonder Woman was rested across BikerLass's shoulders, her bare ass on one and her exposed tits falling out of her outfit rested on her other shoulder.

BikerLass shouted out, "OK everybody get yer hands up or WonderBabe here gets a hole in the head! .75 calibre style!"

Wonder Woman was less concerned about the **** threat than she was about the TV news crews finally showing up at the scene. She tried to move her hands to cover her jiggling ass and tits but couldn't as BikerLass had tied them behind her back.

"Hands up"??? Oh no!

The idiot Super SixPack took one look at BikerLass and finally realised why he was here. "Sweet baby Jesus!! It's BikerLass! I'm outta here!!" The other B-Listers took off flying while the cameras were busy getting close-ups of Wonder Woman's rack, including NovaGirl.

Lucky bastards are able to fly... Maybe I can sneak away in all the confusion.

I managed two steps before BikerLass caught up to me and with her free hand she grabbed at the back of my spandex.

"Hold it right there honey. Hehehe"