Drunk Tank Dustup

You're matching Heather tongue-swipe for tongue-swipe, using the mind link to make it feel like there's only one girl fucking herself in the most intense way possible and pounding on the gates of heaven. You have no idea how long it's been or even how many orgasms you've had but who the hell cares? There's no trace of her fear of being touched that hasn't been scoured away in passion.

The earth moves in a colossal shudder, but it doesn't come from cum. The light fixture overhead is swinging back and forth and bits of plaster dust are falling off the walls.

You pull your face out of its warm cocoon. "What was that?"

"An explosion! It felt like the detention area."

"We'd better go help!"

"Naked!?"

"We don't exactly have a lot of time. Here."

You hand Heather her hat and baton and adjust your mask, then pull open the interrogation room door. The hallway is vacant.

"Where is everybody?"

"Protocol X; when supers are fighting, we back off and establish a perimeter until more powerful help arrives. The police are probably all outside the building."

You take her hand and start down the hallway. "We have to get to the cells and try to stop this."

"You realize that if supers are fighting I'm like a tissue in a sneeze factory. I don't have any powers."

"Right now you do. You and I have a mind link, which means you can duck down and be a second set of eyes for me."

"I can feel it; you're getting a charge out of this. Heroes must be totally crazy."

"You're just realizing it?"

The two of you round the corner; the cell block door is off its hinges and smoking. There are flashes of light and strobes everywhere. It's like a repeat of earlier this evening, with one exception. There are two Photons.

Something incongruous strikes your eye. There's a black police woman there in a meter maid miniskirt and light blue shirt putting up police tape around the pyrotechnics. She looks totally unfazed by the three-villain brawl in front of her.

What the fuck?

That's Meter Maid, part of the Police ****; she's setting up **** barriers to protect the building.

The cops have their own super-team?

Wouldn't you? Anyway, she's controlling the scene, so you'd better talk to her.

You step up to Meter Maid. "Can I help?"

She spares you a glance. "Do you have any powers other than super-nudity?"

"I can influence minds."

"I bet you can. Can you stop all three of them?"

"No, probably only one. Maybe two."

"Maybe's not good enough. Get the drunk Photon, she's fighting the other two."

Drunk Photon fires a laser burst, which sober Photon redirects into herself rather than letting it hit Strobe.

You concentrate on drunk Photon. "Photon: Sleep it off!"

Sober Photon turns to you. "Why would I... what the Sam Hill?"

Drunk Photon is collapsing, but rather than fall over all at once she's doing it in a series of still images. Strobe moves over and catches her before she hits the floor.

"Got her, Cess! Now let's get out of here!"

"Ixnay, Gordon, we have visitors!"

"Oh come on, a spic and a darkie can't stop us. Open the damned portal!"

Brown-skinned Meter Maid looks pissed. "Did you just call me a darkie? Violation!" There's a loud 'CLANK' and one of Strobe's feet in encased in a large iron clamp with hazard stripes on it.

"Look Girl, you better let my lover go or..." CLANK! "You shit-skinned bitch! Let me go right now or I'll have you whipped until your blood dyes you red enough to need a tomahawk!"

The lights go dim.

"Stop that!"

You brace for a trip to the burn ward but the laser doesn't happen. Instead the whole room is bathed in a vile purplish-green light which starts strobing at a nausea-inducing frequency. Everything goes white in a flare of energy...