The police interfere

The blonde bimbo lets out a giggle, her voice like a tinkling bell. "Oh, don't worry, sweetie," she says, waving a hand dismissively. "We'll just make sure to be extra careful. We don't want any trouble with the cops." The other bimbos nod in agreement, their faces still flushed with excitement. The blonde bimbo takes a step closer to the brunette bimbo, her hips swaying gently as she moves. "But we can't let a little thing like the cops ruin our fun," she says, her voice sultry and seductive. "We'll just have to find a way to make it even more interesting."

The blonde bimbo's eyes sparkle with mischief as she glances around the alleyway, her gaze lingering on the nearby dumpsters and fire escapes. "I've got an idea," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, as she takes a step closer to the brunette bimbo. The other bimbos lean in, their faces eager with anticipation, as the blonde bimbo continues. "Let's make a game out of it. Whoever can seduce the most cops wins."

The brunette bimbo's eyes widen in surprise, but then a sly grin spreads across her face. "Oh, I'm so down for that," she says, her voice dripping with excitement. The other bimbos squeal with delight, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they high-five each other. The blonde bimbo grins mischievously, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's get started, girls," she says, her voice dripping with seduction. "We've got a few minutes before the cops arrive. Who can come up with the most creative way to seduce a cop?"

The bimbos start brainstorming, their voices rising and falling in a chorus of giggles and suggestions. The brunette bimbo pipes up, "I've like totes got it! We can totes pretend to be lost and like ask for directions. I bet the cops will fall all over themselves to help us."

Just as the brunette bimbo finishes her sentence, the sound of sirens echoes through the alleyway, growing louder with each passing second. The bimbos exchange excited glances, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. Before long a police car comes into view, its lights flashing as it pulls up to the entrance of the alleyway. Two officers, both tall and muscular, step out of the car, their eyes scanning the alleyway as they take in the scene before them. The blonde bimbo lets out a little squeal of excitement, her hand flying to her mouth as she gazes at the officers. "Oh my god, they're so cute!" she exclaims, her voice barely above a whisper.

The blonde bimbo's eyes sparkle with excitement as she takes a step forward, her hips swaying gently as she moves. She flashes a bright, flirtatious smile at the officers, her lips curling up in a seductive pout. The officers, seemingly oblivious to the bimbos' intentions, approach them with a mixture of caution and curiosity. One of the officers, a tall, dark-haired man with a strong jawline, eyes the bimbos warily, his hand resting on his hip. The other officer, a blonde-haired man with a friendly smile, looks more relaxed, his eyes scanning the bimbos with a hint of amusement.

The blonde bimbo's smile grows wider as she takes another step forward, her eyes locked on the dark-haired officer. She can see the hint of wariness in his eyes, but she's not deterred. Instead, she finds it intriguing, a challenge to be overcome. The dark-haired officer raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical, but the blonde-haired officer looks more receptive. The blonde-haired officer's eyes light up with a friendly smile as he takes a step forward, his hand extending in a gesture of assistance. "Well, hello there, ladies. I'm Officer Johnson, and this is my partner, Officer Thompson. What seems to be the problem? You're not from around here, huh?" His voice is warm and inviting. Officer Thompson, on the other hand, remains skeptical, his eyes narrowing slightly as he scans the bimbos' faces.

The blonde bimbo/Gwen Stacy takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the motion, and begins to speak in a sugary sweet voice. "Oh, officers, we're so glad you're here. We were just, uh, looking for directions. We're new around here and got a bit turned around."

As Officer Thompson's eyes narrow, his gaze lingers on the blonde bimbo's face, and for a moment, he's transported back to his childhood. He can't quite put his finger on it, but there's something familiar about her features - the bright blue eyes, the button nose, the mischievous grin. It's a fleeting memory, but it's enough to make him do a double take. Suddenly, the blonde bimbo's face morphs into that of his childhood friend, Gwen Stacy, who used to live next door. They would spend hours playing in the park, sharing secrets, and exploring the neighborhood.

"Wait a minute," Officer Thompson says, his voice low and hesitant, "you look... familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" He takes a step closer to the blonde bimbo, his eyes scanning her face as if searching for a ghost from his past.

The blonde bimbo's smile never falters, not for a moment, as she turns to officer Thompson. She takes a step closer to Officer Thompson, her hips swaying gently as she moves, her voice dripping with honey. "Oh, Officer, I get that a lot," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I must just have one of those faces." She pauses, her eyes locked on his, her gaze playful. "But I have to say, you're not exactly forgettable yourself, Officer." She reaches out a hand, her fingers brushing against his arm, sending a spark of electricity through his body. Officer Thompson's eyes widen slightly as he feels the gentle touch of the blonde bimbo's fingers on his arm. He can't help but notice the way her eyes seem to sparkle with amusement, as if she's sharing a private joke with him. He feels a shiver run down his spine as he tries to process the sudden jolt of attraction he's feeling. He tries to shake off the feeling, telling himself he's a professional, but his gaze lingers on her face, searching for any sign of recognition. The blonde bimbo's smile grows wider as she notices Officer Thompson's reaction. She takes another step closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Officer Thompson's eyes snap back into focus, and he takes a step back, his hand instinctively reaching for his radio. " Dispatch, this is Unit 12. We have a possible solicitation situation at 5th and Main. Requesting backup," he says, his voice firm and professional. He keeps his eyes fixed on the blonde bimbo, his expression unreadable. The blonde bimbo's smile never wavers, but her eyes flash with a hint of excitement. She glances over at her friends, who are watching the scene unfold with interest. Officer Johnson, not oblivious to the tension, continues to chat with the other bimbos, to keep them calm and make the arrests more easy

As Officer Thompson finishes his call for help, the other officers on the scene move in to arrest the bimbos. The blonde bimbo offers no resistance, her smile never wavering as she's handcuffed and led to the police car. Her friends follow suit, their expressions the same as the blonde bimbo's, as they too offer no resistance in being arrested by the strong cops.

As the police car drives away with the bimbos inside, a figure watches from the rooftop of a nearby building. It's Superslut, the bimbofied Powergirl, her iconic costume now a revealing, White tube top and Thong which showcases her enhanced curves. Her eyes narrow as she takes in the scene, her mind processing the information at superhuman speed. She quickly leaps off the rooftop, soaring through the air with ease, her blonde hair streaming behind her.

Superslut lands gracefully on the pavement outside dr bimbo's hideout, her high heels clicking on the concrete. She strides purposefully towards the nearest alleyway, her hips swaying seductively as she moves.

As Superslut enters the alleyway, she's immediately enveloped in the dimly lit surroundings, the only sound being the soft hum of the nearby city streets. She strides purposefully towards the entrance of Dr. Bimbo's hideout, her heels clicking on the wet pavement. The metal door, adorned with a small sign that reads "Bimbo HQ", slides open with a soft hiss as Superslut approaches.

Dr. Bimbo, resplendent in his white lab coat, looks up from the bank of monitors in front of him a look of curiosity on his face. "Ah, Superslut, what brings you here so suddenly?" He asks, his voice dripping with anticipation, to which superslut says, her voice is steady and calm as she delivers the news to Dr. Bimbo. "The bimbos have been arrested. An police Officer named Thompson recognized the blonde one as his childhood friend Gwen Stacy."

Dr. Bimbo's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly recovers, his mind racing with possibilities. "Interesting," he says, his voice low and thoughtful. "This could be an opportunity to test the limits of our elite bimbo squad, don't you think, My superslut?" He pauses, his gaze drifting to the bank of monitors in front of him, where the images of the arrested bimbos flicker on the screens. Superslut nods, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she moves. "I agree, Doctor. The squad is ready for deployment. We can extract the arrested bimbos and bring them back to HQ for debriefing." She pauses, her eyes narrowing as she thinks. "But we need to be careful. If Officer Thompson recognized the blonde bimbo as his childhood friend, that means he may be more invested in the case than we initially thought." Dr. Bimbo nods, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I agree. We'll need to proceed with caution. Superslut, assemble the elite bimbo squad and prepare for extraction." Superslut nods, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she moves. "Understood, Doctor. I'll get the squad ready." She turns on her heel and strides out of the room, her hips swaying seductively as she moves.

Meanwhile, at the police station, the bimbos are being processed and booked. The blonde bimbo, who looks like Gwen Stacy, is still smiling, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As Superslut exits the room, the sound of her high heels echoes through the corridor, growing fainter with each step. Dr. Bimbo's eyes remain fixed on the bank of monitors, his gaze drifting from one screen to the next, each displaying a different angle of the police station where the bimbos are being held. He nods to himself, a plan already forming in his mind.

Meanwhile, Superslut strides down the corridor, her blonde hair bouncing with each step. She approaches a door marked "Elite Bimbo Squad" and pushes it open, revealing a room filled with rows of high-tech equipment and a large screen displaying a 3D hologram of the city, which casts a slight blue-green glow over the room.

As Superslut enters the room, the lights automatically adjust to a softer hue, illuminating the sleek, high-tech equipment that lines the walls. The air is filled with the gentle hum of machinery, and the scent of perfume wafts through the air, a subtle reminder of the squad's presence.

Superslut's eyes scan the room, her gaze settling on the three bimbos who make up the elite squad. Starwhore, formerly Starfire, is lounging on a nearby couch, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back like a river of gold. She is dressed in a sleek purple short dress hat hugs her curves in all the right places, the fabric glistening with a subtle sheen that catches the light. Her eyes are fixed on a small, delicate-looking device in her hand, her fingers moving with a practiced ease as she works on it.

Cat-babe, formerly Catwoman, is perched on a nearby stool, her eyes fixed intently on a bank of monitors in front of her. She is dressed in a black string bikini, the fabric creaking softly as she moves. Her long, raven-black hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing the sharp, angular lines of her face. Black Kitty, formerly Black Cat, is standing in front of a large, wall-mounted screen, her fingers flying over a keyboard as she inputs commands. She is dressed in a form-fitting, black string-bikini like Catbitch, the fabric Her long, white hair is styled in loose waves that cascade down her back, and her green eyes are bright with excitement as she works.

Superslut strides across the room, her heels clicking on the floor. "Good evening, ladies," she says, her voice confident and commanding. "We have a new mission, given by Dr master." She says, giddily.

Starwhore's violet eyes sparkle with curiosity as she sets her device aside. "What's the mission, Superslut?" she asks, her voice a soft purr. Superslut's lips curl into a sly smile. "The bimbos have been arrested, and we need to extract them from the police station."

Black Kitty's eyes sparkle with mischief as she turns to face Superslut, her long, white hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight. "I think I have just the plan," she says, her voice husky and confident.

She strides across the room to a couch, her hips swaying seductively in the black string bikini. "We can use our cat-like abilities to sneak into the police station undetected. Once inside, we can locate the bimbos and extract them using our 'specialized equipment.'" "I'll take care of the guards," Starwhore adds, her violet eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can use my powers of persuasion to make them look the other way."