Someone was listening, and insists you let them do anything

"Come on," you say reassuringly, shifting to a friendly tone. "Don't even bother to deny that you've stroked yourselves to tabloid photos of superheroines with what clothes they were wearing ripped to shreds from some fight. I had mostly guy friends when I was a teenager, I know it's everyone's favorite. I mean, I guess you could be one of the hipsters who's too cool to gawk at what they... we... put out there on display. But I wouldn't mind if you took advantage of this rare opportunity to rub one out."

Gold-chains looks at you like you're joking, skeptically. Annoying-laugh next to him looks merely disappointed. You smirk. "So you're holding out for more? Then start talking about this owner," you point at the bigger of the two, "and hand those sticks back to me before the fail-safe explosives in them go off and kill you. I'm joking - probably." you add in a deadpan tone. You can see both of them are starting to pitch a tent in their jeans as you struck pose after pose on the couch.

It was too much for at least one of them to bear - the burly guy with the expensive necklace came up and cautiously dropped your batons on the table next to you, still afraid they'd shock him somehow (you made a mental note to add that feature before your next patrol).

"So, Lucas," the skinny guy said to the one in gold chains (Lucas, apparently), "might as well tell her about Sour Bill, right? Come on, I think, I really think... you know." his eyes keep flicking back to you excitedly.

"Damn..." the buzz-cut beefcake in the gold chains let out a low whistle. "Yeah, you're right Kevin. A'right Nightie - this place is run by a weird-ass midg- I mean, uh, little man, who calls himself Sour Bill. He has lots of nasty bitches over for unannounced raves some nights... I mean, sort of like you, honey. But not girl scouts like you, y'knowhatImsayin?" he gives you a meaningful look. Your pace quickens a touch.

"Yeeeeah." Kevin says with an impish smile. "They always need more guys for the shit they're pulling. Hi-risk, but nice payouts and some hot-ass... benefits."

It's all you can do to stop yourself from laughing aloud. So this club is a villainess hangout? This is too perfect - right under the nose of your hideout. That gives you another idea... things will get a little dirty, but it will be worth it for the intel it brings.

You slide up to the middle cushion of the ugly yellow couch, sitting on it with your legs spread, and motion for Lucas and Kevin to come over onto the couch with you, running your hands along your waist lasciviously. They're so caught up in foolish lust that they don't even notice you discretely opening a panel on your utility belt and taking something out into your fingers.

This was one of the devices you were most proud of - a listening device, appropriately enough. A membrane-thin, transparent bandage the size of your palm, it was a bug that could be applied directly to a human body. Adhering in place with body heat, it was made from a 'smart' material that could breathe, so the target usually didn't notice it for days if not weeks, until it finally ran out of power and fell off. If you put it on, say, Lucas... you would have a walking microphone hanging out here, feeding you rumors.

Resting one of your hands on Kevin's thigh, which he found exciting enough, you leaned over to give the muscular, tan-skinned Lucas a kiss on the jaw. He clearly didn't want to do anything too aggressive and get smacked down, even though he was straining with desire, so he settled for wrapping his arm around your waist and squeezing it, running his fingers over your navel. This is your chance... you reach over and gently slide his open shirt off of his shoulders and toss it to the floor, exposing his back, tattooed with some angel of **** nonsense. You silently observe that it's a shame to mark up a nice body like that with such tacky garbage.

But you don't get to consider that long, because Kevin slides his dark-skinned, bony fingers between your legs and starts rubbing insistently against the fabric of your bikini bottom. It's fairly thick material, but he can still feel the general shape of your slit beneath it. You start to glare at him, but end up just nodding awkwardly. You can't miss your chance. You slide your hand around to the small of Lucas's back and start massaging him there, rubbing in a slow circular motion to make sure the skin-adhering listening device is in place. That gives him enough boldness to roughly cup your right breast in his hand and give it an experimental squeeze. Was he checking if your bust is 'natural'? If these fools weren't too young and uneducated to have ever seen photos of your mom, they would already know you were. As it so happened, you actually weren't a natural redhead (that was part of your disguise), but you waxed down there so they'd never know the difference. That thought made you blush - you surely weren't about to do all THAT, were you? You'd placed the mike, now it was time to get out of here, maybe knock these two out gently with a gas bomb. Although it couldn't hurt to go a little bit farther, give them something to enjoy...

Before you can think any further, a weird, almost electronic flicker in the corner of the room makes your heart skip a beat and your eyes widen. You think it was in a human shape. "Wait, boys - stop for just a second." you say to the two gang members groping you, and stare right at that spot. Humming softly to yourself and focusing your sound-mastery on that spot, you determined there was definitely something standing there.

Your mind raced. This was the 'cheap' way to get invisibility, with a high-tech bodysuit that gave very close to total invisibility without being quite as good as a true, super-powered or mystical talent for it. Some faint footsteps come over to you, and the lights flicker. You try to jump to your feet, but the men with their hands on you get in your way and keep you from getting off the couch. Indeed, Lucas pulls you over onto his lap where you can feel his shaft poking you.

A silky, seductive female voice whispered in your ear so that you alone could hear. "Tut tut - don't you know it's impolite to stare when a lady has a wardrobe malfunction? I was politely averting my eyes from you until you started staring. Not that a manipulative cocktease who calls herself 'hero' like you deserves to be called a lady."

You swallow nervously, and the mystery woman continues. "Now, I don't want to foul one of my favorite spots to relax with three dead bodies and a lot of blood. So nothing bad will happen as long as you listen politely to what I say." You hear the whine of some kind of energy pistol being primed, and tense up in case you need to dodge, not ruling out using Lucas as a human shield.

"Oh," she continues in her polite yet arrogant voice, "I suppose you're brimming with confidence and think you could disarm me and bring me in? Well, perhaps I should take a different tack then, knowing that you hero types are so terribly proud of yourselves. Hmmm... Ah! Those two blundering badges who just stumbled into the dance floor and started cuffing all of those fellows you knocked around. If you try and bring me in or don't do as I say, THEY shall pay the price, hohohohoho.."

"Hey, did you say somethin, baby?" Lucas asked, caressing your body with both of his big, rough hands now. You just giggle nervously and shake your head, leaning in to kiss him on the mouth while Kevin gets adventurous enough to start feeling up your ass.

"So..." the wicked woman wearing the optic camouflage suit says at last. "You're going to let those two roughnecks do anything they want to you, no exceptions. And the video camera owned by my good friend Will will capture every moment of it. No doubt he'll hang on to your little amateur pornography to make sure you don't come poking your nose in here again. Sound good to you? Start giving one of them oral sex if you agree."

A bead of sweat runs down the back of your neck as you try to make a decision, trying not to get distracted by the escalating attention your erogenous zones are getting...