The intern thinks she'll be working solo

The spry young intern deftly steps back as Agent Prince angrily drives off. "Whoa, chill out, bitch..." the intern mutters. She shakes her head and turns to enter the IADC building. "Oh well," she thinks to herself with a smug smile, "can't blame the ol' girl for being jealous." And with that she cheerfully makes her way up to Steve Trevor's office.

"You have a good eye, Miss Etfield," Steve says after the intern's report. "You're right about that security fence. A bit out-of-place for a mere abandoned property."

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh, and did Agent Prince have any observations to pass along?"

The intern bites her lip and looks thoughtful for a moment. "Um, not really."

"Not surprised," Steve mutters under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, nothing. Tell you what, Miss Etfield, I approve of your suggestion about going back tonight. Think you can handle a nighttime surveillance job? Just recon, you understand, just to see what activity you might see. Wouldn't want you getting in harm's way."

"Sure, Steve, shouldn't be a problem. Should I, uh, give Agent Prince a call?"

Steve takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "Oh, I don't know. As long as you don't mind working solo... Diana seems like she's been... Well, let's just give her the night off. She, uh, seems to have had a rough day or two."

Candace chuckles and nods her head. "Not a problem, sir."

"Now don't do like the cops and tank up on coffee and doughnuts!"

"That's not my m.o., sir," she laughs, turning to the door.

Steve steals a glance at the young woman's ass as she leaves. Things had certainly perked up around the office since the pretty new intern had shown up.

Meanwhile...

... Agent Diana Prince sits in her kitchen gobbling down the rest of her fried chicken. She had dropped her ripped skirt to the floor as soon as she'd gotten inside her front door, and now she's sitting on a stool wearing only her top and panties, her soft white ass doing a good job of covering the seat of the stool.

After the last juicy morsel of chicken she licks her fingers and decides she wants more Coke. There's a funny ripping noise as her ass cheeks pull free from the fake leather seat. "Ouch," Diana whines, holding her stinging cheeks. She pit-pats barefoot to the refrigerator and grabs a two-liter bottle of Coke. She starts to go back to the counter to fill her paper cup, but then, "Fuck it," she says, and starts gulping Coke straight from the two-liter bottle.

"Okay," she says, wiping her greasy fingers on her top, "Wonder Woman needs to pay a visit to that abandoned theater. I'll be damned if that pesky blonde is going to show me up. Better put some pants on for the drive over..."

As she starts to exit the kitchen, she stops, thinks of something, and doubles back to the fridge. She opens up the freezer and looks, and smiles when she sees the half gallon of double fudge ice cream. She grabs a soup spoon from the drawer and digs a spoonful right out of the container. She moans with delight as she eats it.

"Okay, enough," she mumbles with her mouth full, putting the ice cream away and heading to the bedroom.

In her bedroom she looks in the full-length mirror and sees how tired she looks with no makeup and her hair somewhat askew. Then she notices her top smudged up from her chicken-greasy fingers. She takes the top off and stands there looking at herself wearing only her bra and panties. "Damn it," she mutters, patting her bare belly. "Need to start tightening up. Tomorrow for sure."

She's been wearing the bra for quite a few hours, so she takes that off too. She rubs her breasts for a few seconds, since they're a little sore from the uncomfortable bra. She looks down and pouts as she manipulates her titties. She's gotten soft there, too, her breasts starting to sag a little. Not much, but enough to notice -- and enough to be jealous of that damn intern with her firm, young boobs.

Diana opens her underwear drawer and ferrets around for a certain bra, her most comfortable one. "Oh the hell with it," she finally says, "nobody's going to see me. I'll drive straight to the site, turn into Wonder Woman, do whatever needs doing, and by then it'll be after dark and I can just drive home in privacy." So she decides to go without a bra, and just grabs a tank-top and pulls it on.

She ditches her panties, too, wiggling her butt as she pulls on a clean pair and tugs here and there to cover her plump ass.

Then she grabs a pair of jeans and steps into them and yanks them up. "Damn it," she curses. She can't zip them up! She exhales. "These jeans must be kind of old," she reasons. She almost stumbles as she takes them back off, hopping on one foot. She looks around for some other jeans, then gives up and mutters unintelligibly as she instead grabs her sweatpants and easily slips them on.

Then she laces up her track shoes and grunts as she gets up. "Okay," she says, taking a deep breath. She smiles, then turns to look in the mirror... and groans in disappointment. "I look like a train wreck," she moans. She pulls her sweatpants up a little, then tugs this way and that on her tank-top. Then she tries to primp her breasts a little, but of course that doesn't do any good. She cups her breasts with her hands and thinks wistfully of the pretty young intern with her perfect breasts, and those nipples....

"Okay," she sighs, and grabs her purse and heads out the door.

Meanwhile...

... Candace Etfield looks like one bad-ass bitch as she zips across town on her Kawasaki. Having gone home first for a change of clothes and a home-made banana-berry smoothie, she's now ready for action. She'd ditched her office attire for more appropriate jeans and lightweight over-the-ankle boots and a leather jacket.

Arriving at the same address she and Agent Prince had visited earlier, she finds a spot near the tall fence on the west side of the block and parks the bike behind a couple of trees. She takes her helmet off and shakes her head to let her long blonde hair fall freely. After looking back and forth at the abandoned building, she pokes around and notices a spot along the bottom of the chain link fence where the ground is dug away a little bit and the chain link has obviously been bent this way and that.

"Heh," she chuckles, "the best fence in the world won't deter dogs and boys."

Then she looks up at one of the trees. "That's what I need; a better view." She lifts her bike seat and pulls out her trusty spyglass and puts it in one of her jeans pockets. Then she peels off her jacket, revealing a yellow ribbed cotton tank-top which, of course, hugs her perfect torso and does a poor job of concealing her perfectly positioned nipples. Pulling her jacket off forces her shoulders back and makes her breasts jut out quite impressively, although of course there's nobody there to appreciate the view.

All set, Candace looks up at one the tree branches, limbers up, and makes an impressive jump, artfully grabbing the branch and using her momentum to swing her legs up. Hanging there like a monkey for just a second, she catches her breath, then spends a few seconds grabbing and scooting and tugging herself up, until finally she's in a sitting position.

"Whew," she pants, rather pleased with herself. "Alright, now let's see what happens."

Meanwhile...

... on the east side of the block, Diana Prince drives her comfortable Mercedes to a similar spot, puts the automatic transmission in park, gets out, locks the door, and makes her way toward the security fence. It's a tall one, about ten feet, with razor wire on top. In her usual fashion, Agent Diana Prince looks around to make sure no one is watching, then takes her glasses off and starts spinning around. There's a blinding flash of light, and she emerges as Wonder Woman!

"Whew," she whispers, coming out of the spin, holding her tummy and checking that her power belt, lasso, tiara and bracelets are in order. "Okay," she announces to no one, "nobody seems to be here, so I'll just use my powers to break in and look around." She steps a little closer to the fence. Taking aim above the razor wire, she squats, then propels herself magically up in a power jump...!

Meanwhile...

... back on the west side of the block, Candace Etfield is still sitting in her tree and could swear she saw some kind of flash of light. She squints, and sees a figure in red and blue. Candace moves her butt so she can take out her little telescope. She puts it to her eye... and can't believe what she sees!

The studious intern has never seen Wonder Woman in person before, but sure enough, it appears to be she! "Wait," she says to herself, "who called her?" Candace knows that Wonder Woman often works with the IADC, but why is she here now if Steve Trevor hasn't said anything about it?

Candace is amazed, open-mouthed, as she watches through her spyglass and sees Wonder Woman approach the fence, squat down, then spring upward...!