Paste and Honey Issue 5: A Quorum of Villains!

The Honeypot thought long and hard about what to do next. Sure, she could help her new friend Carolyn Trainer get laid, but she needed answers to the growing mystery of the Gideon Trust. Initially, she planned on using her Honeypot powers on the Trapster to see if he knew anything. Though, she doubted he'd really fall for her feminine wiles. Hell, he had just fucked her less than an hour ago. Further, she wasn't too keen on helping Mica after finding him wanking his less than impressive pecker in her bathroom. Susan was also pretty drunk. She kind of still wanted to party. Maybe there was a way to get all these things done.

“Do you have a bikini?” Sue chugged her drink and turned to Lady Octopus.

The woman looked at her judgingly, “I have a swimsuit if that is what you mean?”

Honeypot stood up off the stool at the bar. “That'll have to do!”

She began sending messages to both Trapster and Volcana to meet down in the jacuzzi area in ten minutes. She made sure Pertrusky would bring the brat Mica with him. Volcana took some more coercing, as she just got back to her room with Ethan Crane. Sue promised to “make it worth her while” and instructed her to just get Crane in some swim-trunks.

Honeypot had to beg Dr. Trainer as they walked back to the rooms. “The night is young Doc,” she explained to her friend. “Besides, I think Trapster is hanging out with your friend there...what's his name...Mica!” She saw the woman's ear almost literally pick up.

Carolyn Trainer was getting annoyed. She was far past drunk. It was a feeling she knew would turn on her in time. When Honey made a reference to Mica, it intrigued the doctor. She was sure Mica was actually going to ask her out, if Honey's ass hadn't gotten in the way. Reluctantly, she agreed. “Fine, I'll go change!”

Honeypot clapped her hands. She started walking to her room, when she saw the N-Explorer mercenary known as Vasquez walking down the hall in her direction. The short broad shouldered solider was craning her neck, with her helmet in her hand. Poor girl looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. She had a flat top, with spiky short hair on top, and most guys back home would call her “butch”. Sue was sure that is what they called her on the ship, behind her back. Rumors swirled about her sexuality, and it didn't help that she seemed uncomfortable and nervous around the Honeypot. Sue had a few awkward exchanges with the muscular little gal, many in the showers.

Sue stopped and crossed her arms, “You look like you've been put through the ringer!”

“Long day,” Vasquez said not returning eye contact.

The woman walked by Sue, but she called her back. “Hey you want to join me and some friends in the jacuzzi?”

Vasquez turned, her face red. “I don't know,” she stammered. “We have another shift in a few hours! I might just rack...”

“Nonsense,” Sue waved her hands in front of her. “Come down and let off some steam!” She smiled to the girl and walked down the hall. The door the her room was closed, and she opened it with her key-card. She didn't grab a bikini, just a towel, and quickly left the room.

After a short walk, Sue found the recreation area, and made her way to the pool and jacuzzi. She used her key-card to open the door, and found that everyone was already present. Trapster was standing in the jacuzzi speaking to Mica who was off in the reclining chairs speaking with Carolyn Trainer. It was clear she was uncomfortable in her green one-piece bathing suit. Sue looked over Trapster's body, getting hot and bothered as she saw he had on tight purple and gold brief swim-trunks. Damn he looked sexy, she thought.

Across from him was Volcana, in a modest white bikini. Well, as modest as someone with her proportions would allow. Her huge boobs were barely contained by her top. She was engaged in conversation with Ethan Crane, who looked pale and extremely skinny in contrast to the curvy Volcana.

To her surprise, Vasquez was laying back next to Trapster, in a camo-print bikini. Damn, Sue realized observing the Hispanic woman's body. Despite her rough and grim face, the girl had a rack that she hid well. Are those fake, Sue noted how rock hard her breasts looked. The young solider didn't have an ounce of fat, and was ripped more than even Sue herself. She was clearly a body builder. Her shoulders and frame, with a six-pack stomach made Sue wonder if Vasquez spent time as a female wrestler.

“Let's get this party started!” Sue lifted her arms in the air. She took a hidden breath, and prepared herself for what she planned to do next. Just do it Honeypot, her mind demanded trying to fight away her reservations. Susan Storm-Richards then did something she would never have done even months ago. She grabbed her maroon lycra tube top and lifted it over her head, letting her tits fall free. The cool air hit her nipples, causing them to point out immediately. She felt so naughty and wonderful simultaneously. It was exactly what Honeypot would do, and exactly what the Invisible Woman would NEVER do. There was a gasp from everyone except Trapster and Volcana who tried to continue their conversations as if nothing had occurred. Sue sensed the eyes of Mica, Ethan and Vasquez on her firm breasts. It sent electric shocks of excitement to her pussy.

“Who brought the drinks?” Sue asked as she bent down and removed her platform heels, and then pulled her tight maroon leggings right off her feet. She had on a purple lycra thong that Sue thought would be “just fine” as a bikini bottom as they were already soaking wet. She had matched Trapster's outfit without trying this time, and it gave her a sense of odd pride. She jumped down into the jacuzzi, feeling the warm water hit her long slender toned legs. Trapster handed her a Baluuran beer, and she grabbed it and chugged the strong brew. No one was speaking. “Why so quite! WTF!” She had never used abbreviations before and even that felt so naughty.

Volcana finally broke the silence. “Well...uh...before you made you ENTRANCE ,” she shot Sue a bitchy glance as she drank the Baluuran brew in her hand, “we were talking about me having a more active role with the Negative Four!”This helped Mica and Carolyn begin their conversation again as well.

Sue took a seat in the warm water between Trapster and Vasquez. There was a long circular sitting area lining the jacuzzi. Sue's nipples could still be seen as the water crested and dropped around them. “Are you putting this stuff in her head Petrusky?” Sue asked nudging him with her elbow.

As they debated Ethan Crane was remaining silent. He had been shocked when Honeypot pulled off her top, but it didn't really surprise him. He noted the tattoos all over her body, the many on her arms including “paste guns”, the half dragons on her thighs. The word “Frightfully” under her right breast. The word “Bad” under her left breast. He saw there was a pot of honey tattooed on her lower back above her ass. The words “Paste Me!” were inked on the back of her shoulders in bold lettering. He noted various other tattoos scattered across her form. It was a sharp difference between this “slut” and the white clean skin of Marsha Rosenberg. When she had jumped down into the pool, right before, he saw the words “built for sex” on her right foot. It caused his cock to stir in his bathing suit, and he adjusted to hide it. The man loved feet, and it was hard to hide.

“She can't be on the team,” Sue was looking at Trapster. He muttered something about not caring either way. “It would make it FIVE,” Sue held out her fingers.

Volcana pointed to Trainer. “With Lady Octopus we can be the Sinister Six...or Negative Six!”

“That's dumb,” Sue countered.

“I'm not getting involved in this,” Carolyn answered bluntly.

Sue sipped her beer and glanced to Ethan. She pulled her right foot out of the water and pointed her toes at Ethan. “Don't you think it's dumb?”

Ethan, with a red face, turned to Volcana and then to Honey. “I agree its dangerous!”

Volcana pushed Ethan. “Don't listen to her,” she laid her large left leg over Ethan. “You're with ME right now! Don't let her honeypot you too!” She stood out of the water, and pulled off her top her fat ass inches from the wirey accountants face. She stuck her tongue out at Sue when her large boobs came free. All males eyes, including the Trapster's zoomed in to the sight. Sue hit Trapster again with her elbow, and squeezed his cock underwater. Good play Marsha, Sue thought anyways with a smile.

As more time passed, more drinks began to flow. Trainer and Mica remained outside the hot-tub speaking quietly. There was an eagerness to Mica, Sue noted, and she wondered what Petrusky had put in his young mind.

Volcana then slapped the water as a light went off in her head. “What about that villain team...the one with the lightening....the Lighteningbolts!”

“The Thunderbolts!” Sue and Trapster said in unison.

Volcana nodded. “We can be the NEGABOLTS!”

Sue shook her head and shot Trapster a glance.

Volcana wouldn't let it go. “What about you,” the large busty woman pointed with her beer to the quite Vasquez.

The taut young solider looked to everyone in the pool. Then finally she stopped at Honeypot, “Honestly,” she said “I think it's sexy!”

A debate continued for several minutes before Sue stood up, water pouring down her body. “I'm bored, isn't there more to drink or...”

Trapster turned and grabbed something from his clothes on the side of the Jacuzzi. He produced a small bag from his pants. “I got this!” He dangled it in front of Sue.

She reached up and tried to grab it, but he pulled it away. “What is it?”

“It's called Drop,” Trapster said, undoing the tie on the small bag. Inside was a purple powder with glowing crystals. He winked to Mica, “They call it that because it makes woman's panties DROP!”

“OH SHUT UP PASTE POT!” Sue swiped and grabbed the bag. She put a bit on her finger and put it up to her nose. “What's in it?”

Trapster sat back down. “I think some spice from Annihilus Space....” He smacked Sue's thong covered ass. “And some cocaine from Earth!”

Sue stopped in her tracks. She had done more than enough spice, but for some reason, the idea of doing cocaine scared the hell out of her. She had never done EARTH **** before. She looked at Trapster with scared eyes as she hesitated.

“Oh come on Honey!” Volcana goaded her friend. “I've seen you blow so much spice its not even funny!”

Trapster leered at her again, with his hands behind his head and Sue felt so small once again. She again felt anger at this man for the things he expected her and encouraged her to do. She was afraid and truly hesitant to try cocaine. This was like going over a cliff that Susan Storm-Richards couldn't come back from. She couldn't do it, there were just too many risks. If anyone eventually found...

The Trapster pinched her ass. The powder was too close to her nose as Sue gasp and the purple dust came up and hit her nostrils. Her whole entire body went numb, and then her eyes began to dilate to pinpoints. A vibrant sensation coarsed through her body. “WHOA!” She muttered standing in the middle of the Jacuzzi like a swaying zombie. Colors became brighter, sounds became clearer and the water below her seemed to dance as she looked at it. Instinctually, she took in a deep breath as the powder was still directly under her nose. It all went right up into her nostrils and again hit her like a hammer. She felt like she was floating, and somehow running. Her heart beat fast and her head felt light. So many different floods of sensation at once. Her body tingled, her eyes lowered, and her pussy seemed to flutter. Finally regaining some composure, after what seemed an hour of floating, she realized it had only lasted moments.

She turned and straddled the Trapster, her ass resting on his legs. She kissed him deeply and passionately not caring who was watching. She wanted to fuck his brains out in the water right there. She bit his ear and rubbed his bald head with the bag of “drop” in one hand. “SUE STORM JUST FUCKING DID COKE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” She whispered and licked his earlobe. She swung her body around until her tight ass was slightly rubbing his huge hard cock as she sat in his lap.

Sue held the bag out to Volcana. “OMFingG!” She abbreviated again. She watched as Volcana took some on her finger and snorted the substance. If Volcana's face was any indication, the **** was illiciting the same response even for the larger woman. Volcana after several seconds of a zombie-like stare handed the bag to Ethan, who refused and handed it to Petrusky. Sue grabbed the bag from his hand and poured a line of Drop on her left tit. He eagerly snorted it and then sucked in her nipple.

He handed the bag to Vasquez, but she refused as well and put it on the side of the jacuzzi and watched Trapster and Honeypot.

Everyone was surprised when Mica picked the bag up and brought it over to Carolyn. “Come on Carolyn, we can't let these villains have all the fun!”

Sue's arms were around Trapster's bald head while his tongue was licking the middle of her large tits. She was laughing at the pair outside the pool. “I don't think the doc is ready for that Mica!”

Carolyn Trainer shocked the group when she ripped the bag from Mica's hand. She dipped her finger into the bag until a small amount was on her green nail. “I'm tired of everyone telling me who I am and what they think they know about me!” At that moment, maybe it was the **** talking, Dr. Carolyn Trainer was fed up. She was angry at being treated like a cold emotionless robot. She was tired of being treated like a “fixer upper” by these women. She was a strong independent, healthy, smart, and sexual woman. “You of all people HONEYPOT should know to not judge a book by its cover.” She put the substance to her nose and took a hard sniff. She was a scientist who had lengthy training in the most harrowing environments. Basically she was an astronaut, she could handle a little.....

The group watched in awe as the normally put together Dr. Carolyn Trainer dropped the small bag. Her pupils dilated to pinpoints. She turned to Mica and crushed her mouth over his, her left hand reaching down to grope the package that was bulging in his shorts. Mica's eyes opened wide, and then he reached behind her head and pulled her in to kiss her deeply. His other hand went to her small ass and he squeezed.

“He's learning,” Trapster joked.

Sue turned to Volcana, “How are you...” She was pleasantly surprised to see Volcana and Ethan Crane making out like high-school kids. Volcana's right hand was under water unseen. She then turned to a stunned Vasquez. “What about you?” Sue said.

“I think I should get going!” Vasquez was feeling uncomfortable. Things were getting out of hand. She lifted her body out of the water. Honeypot's hands pushed her back to her seat. Honeypot reached out of the pool over Vasquez's body, giving her a up close view of her lovely tits. Honey grabbed the bag and brought it back.

“Nonsense,” Sue said. She pulled a small amount of Drop out and ran a line along her right inner thigh. “Just try it,” Sue said seductively.

“I....I...have a shift at 0800 hours!” Vasquez shook her head, but her eyes were on the body mere inches from her. She felt a hand on her head easing her down to the luscious leg. Vasquez couldn't help herself, so dizzy with lust, as she sucked in the line of Drop. She instantly felt the reaction. She felt her body floating, or was it being pulled up, and soon her face met with the gorgeous face of Honeypot. Vasquez closed her eyes as her lips moved towards Honey's and felt the girls warm lips hit her own. Her jaw was being lovingly cupped by Honey as they kissed ever so softly.

“This is a party!” Trapster laughed as he watched the girls next to him. He grabbed a cigar from his pants pocket and lit it up, puffing a big tuft of smoke. He watched as Sue broke off the kiss and slowly descended down into the water. Vasquez was so **** up she was still kissing the air.

Across from them, Ethan Crane was trying not to cum. The large female hand of Marsha Rosenberg was jerking him off right in the hot-tub as she nibbled on his ear. He had no idea these villains acted in such ways. Sure, he suspected, but this was glorious. The thug villain Peter Petrusky who scared the living day lights out of Crane was giving him the thumbs up now. He couldn't see where Honeypot had gone. Wasn't she here a minute ago. He had only closed his eyes for a second as his cock was jerked. The accountant looked down to the bubbling water below the Trapster to see pink hair occasionally pop up above the small waves. He couldn't make out much through the bubbles, but it appeared Honeypot's hand was reaching to her right. He looked over to see the solider Vasquez whose smiling face was looking to the ceiling. He watched in amazement as the pink haired girl didn't come up for air for at least a minute. AMAZING!

Ethan Crane was elated when Volcana's black hair darted past his view and down into the bubbling hot water. An intense feeling swelled in his cock as warm lips found his tip. He leaned forward from the marvelous experience of Volcana's mouth sinking lower onto his cock. He was unsure where to place his hands as black hair flowed in the water beneath him. He felt a slap of his hand, and looked up to see Trapster had actually given him a high-five.

“Not a bad gig for a low-life and a nerdy accountant, huh?” Petrusky smiled puffing on his cigar. He laid back, enjoying the feeling of Sue's mouth bobbing on his cock.

Sue finally came off his cock and came up for air, slowly coming out of the water, so he could gaze at her body. She smiled at him and moved over to Vasquez. Sue kissed the woman more passionately than before and the two were groping each others body.

“Hey Vasquez,” Trapster spoke, “Why don't you get on the edge of the jacuzzi,” he pointed to the area just behind her. “Honeypot looks hungry!”

In a **** fueled haze, the young solider did as the brutish man instructed. Her bikini bottom was gone, Honey had pulled it off underwater while she fingered her. She found her legs being spread open, and looked down to see Honeypot's lust filled face just before it dove down in her wet pussy. “OH GOD!” Vasquez cried out as Honey's tongue swirled around her slit.

Crane watched the whole thing play out. He tried to keep his composure as the mouth on his cock began to pick up its pace. Volcana was easily deepthroating the less endowed Crane. As Trapster stood up out of the water, Crane gasped at the now nude man's jutting cock. It was massive and imposing like the man himself. Petrusky just winked at him as he turned to face the backside of Honeypot.

“Perks of being a villain buddy!” Petrusky stated. Ethan Crane couldn't believe any of what his eyes were seeing. The Trapster got behind Honeypot and pushed his cock inside her, causing the woman to groan as her mouth was literally sucking on Vasquez's cunt. The slim man watched the more muscular man grab Honeypot's hips and began humping into her. It seemed to egg on the young woman as she buried her face harder down into the awaiting pussy of the female solider. He was so enthralled her didn't noticed the on his cock was replaced by a hand once again jerking his cock.

“Let's join them dumby!” The wispy voice of Marsha Rosenberg spoke in his ear. Ethan Crane looked over to see Volcana beginning to bend over on the other side of the jacuzzi, only feet from the Trapster. Crane stood up and got behind Volcana's large ass, looking down at her sopping folds as they danced in front of him. He glanced back to see Trapster was really giving it to Honeypot. This was like an instructional lesson for the less experienced accountant and he did just as the villain behind him. He pushed his cock deep into Volcana. As deep as he could since his cock was shamefully several inches smaller than Petrusky's but not one seemed to care or notice. The woman below him moaned in appreciation and he began to just hump like the man behind him. He watched as Carolyn Trainer now bent down in front of Volcana, and pulled her green swimsuit to the side. Volcana wasted no time licking at lapping at the small slim girl's womanhood.

Mica watched all of this, as he made out with Trainer. When she moved to position herself in front of Volcana, he looked to Trapster who was giving it to Honeypot ever harder than earlier. The water was moving back and forth between the two men as they humped the bent over women. Moaning and sloshing filled the room. Trapster looked over and gave Mica the thumbs up and pointed to Trainer. Mica nodded, more to himself, and pulled his shorts down exposing his dick to the cool air. He moved it towards Carolyn's mouth. Her head was down, and her eyes were closed as she was pushing her hips back to meet Volcana's invading mouth. She was on all fours doing something Mica had never expected.

He had to get her attention. “Hey bitch!” He whispered, remembering Trapster's lessons. He didn't want to yell it, and kill the chemistry. She looked up quickly with anger in her eyes. With some deep resolve, he continued, “SUCK IT!”

Lady Octopus rolled her eyes, and then pushed her head forward to take in the hard cock. She lifted one of her hands and held the cock in place as she began to suck it strongly. Volcana's tongue was exploring her pussy, and Trainer loved every minute of it. From the moment she took the **** Drop, she was lost in lust. She needed this badly, and the cock in her mouth only added to her excitement. She wasn't as skilled as Volcana and Honeypot, but how hard could pleasing a dick with your mouth be?

Crane was humping harder and faster, feeling the man behind him pick up his pace due to the water moving more furiously around them. He looked around in the middle of it all, and was fascinated by the scene. Like an accordion of villains all fucking each other. He was in heaven for a mere accountant, even being invited to this party. Now here he was, buried to the balls inside Volcana.

“OH GOD HONEY I'M CUMMING!” Crane heard Vasquez shout from behind him.

Then another loud grunt and moan, “OH FUCK VOLCANA! LICK ME THERE! SO CLOSE!” The now lusty voice of Carolyn Trainer screamed. “AAAHHHHHHH!”

There were muffled groans and moans from the two women whose mouths were busy eating pussy. After a few seconds, the moans died down. Crane was still humping away. In front of him, he saw Carolyn's ass drop. From behind him, he heard Honeypot call out, “Did all the ladies cum?”

“Yup!” Vasquez said.

“Oh yeah,” Volcana nodded looking back at Crane with a smile.

“Mmmmmmmm,” was all Lady Octopus could muster.

Honeypot clapped. “OK GUYS TURN!”

A minute later Crane was sitting in the jacuzzi. “Uhhhh,” he grunted falling forward as the mouth on his cock continued to work its magic. The flowing black hair of Volcana rippled in the bubbling waves below him. He looked over to see Mica a few feet away eyes closed, hand up, clearly confused what to do with them himself. The red-haired head of Lady Octopus was peaking up above the waves.

Crane turned his eyes to Trapster, who passed his cigar to Vasquez. The two of them looked as relaxed and comfortable as possible. He noted a pink spike of hair dart like a sharks fin from Vasquez's lap to Trapster's.

The accountant simply couldn't hold it in any longer, and his cock erupted in the warm mouth of Volcana. “OH MY!” He cried out cumming harder than he could ever remember. Volcana came up for air, cum dribbling with water down her chin. He was breathing heavy as she kissed his cheek.

“OH SHIT!” Mica's body bent forward. Crane saw his eyes roll. Then Dr. Trainer's small head came up, and the two kissed. Crane thought it a little gross.

He again looked to Trapster. He amazingly didn't even flinch with the pink haired head still under water, bobbing up and down. Honeypot finally came up for air. She sat in Petrusky's lap wiping her lips with a smile.

“That was amazing,” Crane finally spoke.

Honeypot laughed, “With this group...expect the inappropriate!” She rattled out her new tagline.

She lifted her foot from the water and dangled it in front of Crane. “Now, since you seem to be able to get things done around here with the money, what do you say you get us a private set up like this just for the Negative Frightful Four!” She rested her foot on his knee and moved her toes.

It was all part of her plan. Keep this guy happy, and maybe she could figure out how they were getting her to sign the work orders. Now she had an order placed herself. She was going to keep her wits about her now, and hopefully Trapster wouldn't feed her too many ****. Was it him? Could she even trust the Trapster? Something in her made her mad at the thought. After all they had done and been through, all she had given him, would Trapster betray her? He was her enemy after all, wasn't he? Could she still think of him in such ways after sharing her body?