Yes, she did want her.

“...Um…maybe…?” Starslip whimpered as she blushed hard, thinking back to the first night she and Fonzie had met, during the middle of a shootout in the streets…

"You've managed to stay out of jail WAY too long, Fonzie," the Intangible Starslip declared, holding Fonzie by the collar of her coat against a car.

"Hey, I'M just defending myself from these crazy-ass mobsters!" Tammy blatantly lied with a smirk, one hand in her pocket. "THEY opened fire on US while we were making a simple business trip! And oh look, they even killed some poor man getting groceries!"

"You're not worming your way out of this one," Starslip insisted, tightening her grip on Fonzie's collar.

Alfonso simply sneered, slowly pulling her empty hand out from her pocket. "Oh, and I suppose YOU'RE gonna bring me in? You got spunk, kid, I'll give ya that. I like girls like that."

While Cassie’s eyes were focused on Fonzie's right hand, she managed to catch a quick glimmer of light out of the corner of her eyesight. She was too slow to react, though, as Alfonso managed to cut across her right hip with the knife hidden in her left sleeve. The young heroine cried out in pain as she backed off, creating some distance between the two of them, but Fonzie charged and tackled her into a wall, knocking the wind out of her before throwing her down onto the sidewalk. She then pinned Starslip down by the cape with the knife before mounting her, causing the young heroine’s eyes to bulge slightly at the sensation of the older woman’s groin pressed down against her.

"Truth be told, I REALLY like girls like that," Fonzie muttered, reaching for the blonde’s mask. "Let's get a better look at that pretty face of yours..."

Cassie tried her best not to blush slightly at this comment. Despite being VERY angry with this woman at this time, and having a fresh wound in her hip, she was feeling a rush of electricity. She’d never been hit on in such a manner, and despite knowing how wrong it was, it made her feel excited for a moment. However, she quickly remembered herself and her place as the mobster’s hand nearly reached her mask, threatening to remove it.

"You're SO not my type!" Starslip managed to groan, turning intangible and floating up, causing Tammy to flop onto the pavement. Then, before the mob boss could react, her opponent turned solid again and dropped an elbow down into the small of her back. Cassie then rolled onto her side, clutching her hip, trying her best to forget and block out what she’d just felt a moment prior, all the while the sound of sirens could be heard approaching from all sides.

“You told me I wasn't your type, but you REALLY wanted me to take you right then and there, didn’t you?" Fonzie demanded with a smug grin, slowly thrusting her finger in and out of the young blonde’s tight vagina.

"I-I..." Starslip stammered, her blush growing brighter. "...I didn't want you to get into even bigger trouble with—"

"So thoughtful," Fonzie whispered into the heroine's ear, turning her body much hotter. “But I’ll let you in on a little secret: I could've fucked you that night and gotten away with it if I wanted. I'm pretty much the Queen-Bitch of Star Lake. And that's why you're here with me, isn't it? Because you've come to understand who has the power in this city, and power is ALWAYS a turn-on. You’ve wanted to be my **** for so long, and you just can't hold it in anymore. Am I right?"

Starslip couldn't speak, her throat was too dry, so she instead nodded shakily. Giggling a little, Fonzie latched onto Starslip's neck and began to suck and nibble hard on it. The fallen heroine moaned lustfully at the sensation, clinging to the mobster, and letting her leave a horrid-looking hickey on her neck, marking her as hers.

With a grin, Alfonso turned Starslip around, pressing her front up against the window overlooking the city. "Mmm, you know anyone, at any given time, could look in here and see you with me?"

Starslip nodded shakily, but still couldn't verbally answer, to which Tammy ran the tip of her finger across the blonde’s g-spot, earning a sharp cry. "Well? Don’t you care at all?"