Pillow talk and problem solving.

You're going to need a sec... Rolling a gasping, giggling Krystal off and down to your side, you groan as your semi-rigid trouser tazer slides out of her warm wetness with an audible shloorp.

Well if that wasn't the most fucked up way to spend your V-Card, then you don't know what is ...could have been worse, there could have been explosives stored under the bed or something. Wait! Shit, you had better check that there aren't actual explosives stashed under the bed! You'd not be surprised with this crazy chick... Beside you Krystal curls up to your side, both hands squeezed between her legs as her stomach and thigh muscles involuntarily twitch in literal after-shock.

"Nnnngh!" She groans from between gritted teeth as she finally begins to settle down, "Stud, you did a real number on me... but I think I kinda dig the whole electrostimulation 'thing'! See? I told you that you were a Supe!"

Still catching your breath you bring both your hands up in front of your face and examine them...

No spectral green flame.

No sparking green arcs of electricity.

Nothing... and nothing you can think of is bringing back either... effect? Power? Manifestation? ...whatever.

"I've got to level with you Krystal, that was great..."

"I know, riii~ght?! Lets do it ag-"

"...but I don't understand how any of... this works." You finish, cutting the psycho sex-bunny off before she can get too worked up.

"But that's the best part, Silly." She trills excitedly and you have to bat away her hand as she reaches for your flagging cock again, "...now we just have to work out how to trigger your power! Is it, like, on tap and on demand? ...or do you have to think or feel something to make it happen? Oh! What if you have to get your rocks off to shoot lightning bolts?"

This idea has her devolving into a fit of half-hysterical giggles...

"That would give a whole new meaning to a "Stick Up"! You'd have to be pants-down and I'd stand behind you, giving you a sweet reach-around, stroking but keeping you on the very edge and pointing your big bang-stick at anyone who doesn't comply to our demands! Oh... it's too much!!"

She is laughing so hard now that she is hiccuping for air between giggle fits, you are just contemplating the outrageous image she has painted and figured it would be just your special strain of luck to finally have a super-power and it would turn out to be the worlds most embarrassing and inconvenient power ever ... Yes your Honor; he was arrested on two accounts of simultaneous armed robbery and indecent exposure...

That is if she was right, and that's still a big 'if'.

She seems very eager to test her new hypothesis and you have to roll, facing away from her just to escape her ever-questing hands, leaving you with your sweaty face pressed into a rather ghastly crochet pillow... uurgh. This was insane... your whole situation was impossible and while this adorable Henchwench ...or whatever... seems to like you well enough she wasn't being very sympathetic to your current plight.

She calms down abruptly when you tell her as much and the sudden swing in mood has you worried momentarily but you needn't have...

"OK, Nick... Cutie?" She says in a soothing tone as she rests a warm hand on your shoulder to steer you back to facing her. "Look; I know I can be a psycho bitch but I'm not a heartless one, you get it? And yes, I've taken a shine to you..."

She's captivated you with those rich chocolate eyes and all the madness has cleared from them. In this instance you feel like you are seeing a whole different side of Krystal. This Krystal is one you could picture sensibly balancing her checkbook or calmly ordering a coffee from Starbucks ...Extra cream, two sugars please and thank you... Up until now she had been all blazing gunfire and burning rubber but in this moment, the beautiful bubblegum vision in front of you is another creature entirely.

"...you've got this whole 'lost puppy' vibe going for you. So yeah, I like you, Nick and maybe I want to see if, with a little help, this cute puppy can turn out to be a Rotweiler!"

With that she gives you a faux growl and gnashed her teeth prettily a few times, coaxing a smile out of you. Bopping you on the nose with a pink nailed fingertip she climbs out of the bed and starts casting about for her discarded maids costume.

"That's easy to say Krystal," You begin to protest but pause as she bends down at the waist displaying that full, sculpted ass for you as she picks up her shoes "but I don't have any valid ID, almost no money, no phone, no job... heck, I just ruined the only shirt I own in this world."

"Yeah you did." She replies grinning back over her shoulder at you and the mischief is back in her eyes, "...and I'm telling you not to worry about any of that! We're bad guys remember?"

Reaching down again ...dear Jesus, that juicy ass, those firm thighs, that sweet little gap right below her... and picking up the frilly silver dress she slides the mirror door on her massive wardrobe open and begins fishing about inside it for a hanger.

"We're all kinds of connected here at 'Chez Sinistre'! Need a fake ID? Not a problem, our guys will even cut keys while you wait. No phone, no sweat. We have burners to spare..." As if to illustrate her point she pulls a flip-phone out of a pile of cells on a shelf and flicks it onto the bed beside you. "Money and a job? Well there's the kicker..."

Here, she turns back to stare a challenge at you with hands on those luscious hips, naked and commanding, all smooth skin and pin-up model curves that sets your downstairs trouser-tenant to stirring in your lap again... which she notices with a smirk before dropping her final sales pitch.

"...you show me any sign that you can control that green power of yours and I'll talk to the Big Guy about hiring you on as part of the team, then it's 'Hench-Life 4 eva' Stud!"

"What, like a probationary memb..."

"That's a dirty word in this house." She says cutting you off sternly, all business again. "You're going to learn pretty quick that I am an all-in-or-nothing kind of gal. Pedal to the metal, balls to the wall- oh, I really like that last one!"

...aaand~ she's back, the quirky, hyperactive, utterly sexy lil' psycho you first met. The dramatic shifts in her attitude are almost alarming for you as she turns back to the wardrobe and begins madly searching through racks of... costumes?

Leaning to one side to get a better view you see, yep, her closet space is completely dominated by costumes of every variety and all obviously predicated on and heavily centered around the theme of 'SEXY' in all capitals and notarized.

Candy striped mini-dresses, a one piece leotard that looks like it was made of crawling leaves and vines, animal print booty short and halter top combos, some strappy thing that looks like it's all black leather belts and shining buckles, a spray-on PVC catsuit, a brief felt bunny outfit complete with puff-ball tail... that and more with all the accessories to match!

Little hats, animal eared headbands, sequined fascinators and... is that a pith helmet? Gloves ranging from biker rough leather to the most silken elbow length affair are present and the shoes! You had heard that some girls liked shoes but the bottom of her robe has a legion of them neatly organized by rank and file; calf hugging, stiletto heeled knee-high boots, colorful platform pumps, long strapped, supple sandals, thigh clasping bucket boots and more sexy footwear of every variety.

What of stockings, you ask? Forget about it; shin high, knee high, thigh high or just straight leggings in every color, print, pattern and style imaginable are neatly folded and arranged in slide out display draws.

All of this hench-wear meticulously arranged and organized on the hangers and shelves of the mirrored fixture for ease of access and display. Holding the metallic maid outfit up, Krystal inspects it with a critical eye for any mess or damage then with a shrug, slots it back into its proper place like a card being returned to a catalogue.

There's enough variety of costume wear in there for her to fit the color scheme of just about any Villain on the Continent! Well she did say they were a custom themed service and she was clearly very serious about their branding!

Grabbing something off a lower shelf and treating you to another display of the dynamic musculature of her glorious derrière Krystal turns and throws it at you. Expecting absolutely anything from this unpredictable sexpot you flinch back a bit as it lands with a soft pat in your lap.

....it's a towel. Terrycloth if you are not mistaken.

"Go clean yourself up and think about my- our offer while you have a shower." She says, all no-nonsense again and finally including Rhino in the decision making this time. "I'll be in to join you shortly... Stud."

Well that seals it and since any sense of modestly has clearly been blown right-the-fuck out of the water and sunk, you sling the towel over your bare shoulder and saunter naked, half aroused and... urgh, sticky out the bedroom door and down the creaking hallway to the aforementioned bathroom.

Swinging the cracking timber door open, you smack face-first into the some of the biggest, heaviest, most exposed cleavage you have ever seen before it eclipsing your head in softness and effectively blacking out your vision.

"Uuum, hi... Knock much?"