Keep it low key

The subtle approach has worked for you so far, so you decide to stick with it. Scoping out the warehouse though, you're not exactly sure how you're going to get inside without just blasting the doors in. After staring at the door and not coming up with anything, you're about ready to go ahead and do that, but then the orange door swings open and two men in white lab coats step out. This has got to be the place. Why else would guys coming out of a warehouse have science gear on? They stop a couple steps away from the door and light up a couple cigarettes. Alright, this is my window.

You jog across the street and approach the two smoking men. "Excuse me!" you shout as you run up. "Finally, I found somebody." The two men eye you suspiciously. It's probably not every day that a young woman comes running up to them in the middle of the night. "My car broke down a couple blocks over." You give a point back in the direction you came from. "The tow company said they won't be here for another hour and a half, but...I really have to pee." You do a bit of a pee pee dance to demonstrate your point. "Can you pleeease let me inside real quick to use your restroom?"

The two men look at each other and smile as if they've just won the lottery. "Sure, babe," the shorter, stockier man says, "we might be able to let you in."

"But you'll have to do something for us first," the taller, blonde one chimes in. I don't like the sound of that.

"What is it? I really have to go!" You try to trump up your desperation, hopping in place and squeezing your legs together, but that just seems to make these guys more determined to milk this for all it's worth.

"You'll have to pay the toll," the tall ones says. "And the toll is a blowjob for each of us."

"Oh.. I uh... Fine." You've been looking at the door and there's a keypad. You might be able to beat the code out of them, but maybe not. And there's a security camera over the door anyway, so if you try to break in, it will be obvious. You drop to your knees. "But please hurry before I pee myself!"

"Well that's up to you, babe." The men drop trou and release their cocks. The taller, more assertive one is also the more well endowed, with a good five inches flaccid, while his chubby friend is on the smaller side at maybe three inches and growing as he rapidly stiffens. He's got premature ejaculator written all over him, but this blonde guy might take a little more effort. You take a dick in each hand and start tugging on them. Chubbs hardens quickly within a few strokes, but Blondie is a little slower getting there, so you take him into your mouth. The extra effort pays off as he stiffens in your mouth. You switch over to Chubbs and give him a lick before sucking his cock.

"Oh shit!" he gasps as he starts shooting his seed into your mouth. One down, you think as you swallow his cum.

"Seriously, Ray? What was that, like 30 seconds?" Blondie chides Chubbs.

"Whatever man. She's hot! And you know I haven't gotten any action outside of a magazine in months."

"Hey make yourself useful and grab my phone to video this."

"Whoa wait, video?" You did not sign off on video evidence.

"Don't worry, babe. It's just for the private collection... as long as you keep anything you see here tonight to yourself." He doesn't seem likely to budge on the topic, so you let it go and figure you can deal with it later. Chubbs pulls a phone out of Blondie's bunched up pants and starts filming.

"Okay, just make sure nobody else sees that video," you say as you take Blondie's cock back into your mouth. Using a small bit of your powers, you heat things up a bit as you bob up and down on his dick.

"Oooh that's hot! Keep goin like that." Not wanting to waste any time, you pick up the pace and in short order, Blondie is moaning and letting his load shoot down your throat.

"Now can I go inside to pee?!" Even though you don't actually need to go, you're getting a little antsy to get inside, so the reaction is about the same.

"Yeah babe, I think you earned it," says Blondie, with Chubbs eagerly nodding in agreement. Blondie pulls his pants back up and retrieves his phone, placing it in his pocket. He goes toward the door and enters the code, unlocking it. You brush up against him as you push into the doorway and give his phone a little dose of heat that should fry it and any video saved on it. "The bathroom is over here on the left," he directs as you step inside. There are several tables set up with chemical apparatuses. Definitely the right place.

"Hey! Who is this?!" A shout interrupts your guide. You look over to see a tall, muscular tan man in a white suit with slicked back dark hair stepping out from the side office. You quickly recognize him from your welcome packet as Manny Fuchs aka The Cobra. He's the head of one of the local gangs and has managed to slither his way out of trouble on several occasions, either somehow being released from custody, or avoiding capture altogether. You didn't have time to read how he does that though.

"Oh hey boss. This chick just needed to piss. No worries."

"No worries?! You can't just bring strangers in here! Get back to work! And you," Fuchs says, staring at you, "come with me." The men don't argue and head back to the chemical tables. And you have little choice but to go with Fuchs, who leads you into his office, shutting the door behind you before leaning on the end of his desk facing you. "I don't know who you are, or how you convinced those idiots to let you in, but you've seen too much and I can't let you leave."

"Oh is this a test like outside?" You try to act dumb. "I really have to pee and then get back to my car for the tow truck, but I guess I can give you a blowjob too."

A look of confusion followed by a cocky smile flows over your opponent's face. "Yes... a blowjob. And then you can go."

You press up against him and put your hands on the waistline of his pants. "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" You ignite your hands and his pants go up in flames in the process. His eyes go wide with shock, but before he can do anything, you grab his desk lamp and clock him over the head with it, knocking him cold. You tie him up with the cord before going back to the door and cracking it open. It doesn't look like anyone took notice of the noise. You count six men in the warehouse: your two buddies from before, a couple nerdy looking guys, and a couple more muscly ones. I can take these guys.

Walking back out of the office, Blondie takes notice and greets you. "Hey sorry about the boss man, babe. I hope he didn't give you a hard time." You've had about enough of this guy. You give him a smile...and then a swift kick to the crotch, which doubles him over. A knee to the face sends him to the ground. There was no missing that and the other five men turn toward you and start rushing you. Much to your surprise, they pull out firearms. How did I miss that on the guys outside? Shit! You barely have time to raise your flames to full blast to melt the incoming barrage of bullets. Your shirt and shorts burn away, but so do the bullets and you remain unharmed.

Hovering slightly above the ground, you rush at the thugs/scientists/whateverthehelltheyare and one by one melt their guns with a well-placed fireball or flame shot. Not wanting to actually melt their faces off though, you pick up a chair and use it to clobber the men with flame-enhanced swings. Chubbs is the last one standing as he took off for the door instead of standing and fighting with the rest. You hurl the chair across the room and it shatters against the orange door, stopping Chubbs in his tracks.

"Wh-Wh-Wh--Who are you?" he stammers as you close the gap.

"The name's Flame. And your little **** ring is officially toast!" You charge up a fist and send Chubbs to la la land with a cross to the jaw. You go back and tie up all the thugs before calling in the police for the cleanup. With the job done, you hover back outside, remaining in Flame mode now that your clothes are no more.

"Nice work," a voice startles you as you exit the building.