Peeping Perverts

So is this what you do every other day after school?"

"Meh," Sam shrugged as he leaned against the wall. "Whenever I have some free time, and... What are you doing?"

"You said to be inconspicuous," I replied from my position crouched behind a pedestal. "And I'm being..."

"Conspicuous?"

"No!"

"Yeah! You are," He pointed towards me. "You're clearly trying to hide! All you've gotta do is... Not do... that!"

"Do what?"

"Just act normal! So, basically, the opposite of what you're doing." Sam froze as his higher tone of voice attracted the attention of passing by patrons. "And look now, you're bringing attention to me. Have you ever spied on someone before?"

"Not someone with a bust as busty as hers..." I admitted while rising to my two feet.

"Clearly you were I'll prepared," Sam nodded. "Oh, how I have much to teach you in the art of perversion."

"Shut up," I snapped with annoyance and turned around. "Where did they go?"

"Well if you were paying attention you'd have noticed that they-"

"Nevermind," I interrupted him. "I found 'em." My eyes landed on the busty blonde and her raven-haired friend standing before two changing booths.

"Yeah, fair enough." My much more perverted friend added, "Even a blind person couldn't help but be drawn to those hottie's curves. They're like fucking magnets dude!"

"I'm starting to think you're a bad influence..."

"Eh, it depends on how you look at it. Now, if you want to get some spicy pictures for later use," He grinned and slid his phone ever so slightly out from his pocket. "Then I'm just the guy you need."

---

"Harley's stop 'n shop!"

"What?" Pamela asked in utter confusion to her friend's suddenly abrupt exclamation.

"Think about it Red. It's the name! That's why we ain't getting any more costa'hmers!" Harley said matter of factly. "Our current name's too... Uh, what's the word for it? Too... Green!"

Pamela tilted her head, "What's wrong with green?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Harley's hands waved in a defensive manner. "I love green! I mean... Personally, I'm a red person, but to each their own I reckon. Heheh..." She laughed half-heartedly upon noticing Pamela's lack of response and awkwardly coughed. "It's just... Pinewood pastries... It ain't appealing to a widespread audience! That's all."

"Oh?" Pamela crossed her arms and leaned against the kitchen counter. "But 'Harley's Stop 'N Shop' checks out all the boxes? Cause it sounds more like some tourist trap than anything else."

"Nonsense! It would be great! It's a lot more upbeat and welcoming! And.. Doesn't sound like some vegan propaganda..." Harley mumbled the latter end of her statement. "What I'm getting at is-"

"What happened to staying under the radar? Cause putting your known name out in the public eye is basically the opposite of that."

"Meh, those were worries of a past Harley."

Pamela rolled her eyes.

"And were in Central City, miles away from Gotham, no one would recognize us here anyway."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"So, it's decided!" Harley loosened the buckle around her waist and stuck an arm down her dress pants. "I'll repaint the exterior with our new brand!" She pulled out a bucket of blood-red paint after a bit of rummaging.

Pamela's hand caught her by the arm before she could make her way through the food truck's window. "Woah there! We didn't decide on anything."

"I thought you agreed by not disagreeing?" Harley cocked her head and placed the can of paint on the countertop.

"Changing the name isn't going to accomplish anything." Pamela rolled her eyes, "I feel like you're bored, and you just want something to do."

"Well, Okie-dokie, _'Miss Know it all.' _What do you suggest?"

"Wait!" Pamela mocked surprise. "Are you actually asking me for my advice!? Never thought I'd see the day Harley, what can I say, I'm shocked."

"Parden? Well, there's a first time for everything Red." Harley shrugged. "Lay your wisdom on me."

"How about..." Pamela spoke slowly, with her index finger lightly tapping her bottom lip. "We move shop to the mall?"

"The mall?"

"The mall."

---

Karen bit her bottom lip as she thought hard and looked even harder at her reflection from the inside of the private safety net that the changing booth provided. "Hmm..."

"You good?" Atlee's voice called out from beyond the door behind her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Karen responded. She wasn't sure if this black top she was given to wear was sexy enough. It's fairly tight, that's a plus, but the neckline is far from being too deep. With her somewhat larger chest size, she was able to fill out the top nicely, but the lacking amount of cleavage was a turn off for her. "Okay soo," Karen said to Atlee while stepping out from the changing booth. "I like the start, you got something tight, so that's good. But do you see this?" She leaned forward enough to give anyone standing in front of her an arousing view down her massive cleavage. "The neckline could be so much deeper," Karen stated with her finger at the hem of the shirt's top, pulling it downwards to simulate just how much more cleavage could be displayed.

"Um... Sure," Atlee gulped, "But... Why?"

"Hmm?" Karen questioned.

"I mean, just a few moments ago, you were upset that what I gave you was too sexual..."

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind," Karen affirmed with a nod. "And you're the one who begged me to do this."

"That was before you started wanting it! Now it's no fun... It's just... Weird..." Atlee admitted in a low tone of voice.

"Maybe next time you should bet something more reasonable! Now go get something with more cleavage potential!" Karen paused at the sound of her own words; she realized that it did sound a bit odd. Sure, she's no stranger to showing off, but usually, it's never to this degree, and it's generally for her own personal enjoyment. She has never picked out something to wear for the pleasure of someone else, but now she's beginning to feel as though her urge to wear something lewd isn't her own.

Shaking her head, she shooed those stray thoughts away, as her urge to dress sexy for the time being, trumped any concern she could have for her change in behavior.

"Okay!" Atlee hollered as she bounced back to the booth her friend/mentor was residing in. "You'll like this one!" She tossed the clothing she acquired over the door.

Karen caught it without looking away from her reflection and switched her gaze to the garment. It seemed to be a similar half-sleeved black blouse, but this one had a very deep V-neck, one that should be pushed out quite a bit due to the large size of her breasts. It had a makeshift skirt bottom that ends right where the waist would be. "This should do great," She gripped the underside of her current shirt and used her enhanced speed to rip it off and pull on the new top in less than two conceivable seconds.

"Oooooo... You look nice..." Atlee admired Karen's look with an ever so slightly gapped gaw. Her eyes wander up and down her dressed-up friend; she found herself feeling ever so slightly envious of Karen's femininely arousing figure.

"You think?" Karen pressed her hands against her chest and drew them downwards to push out any creases on her top.

"Yeah... So," Atlee shook her head gently. Knocking away any lingering thoughts. "We're good here?" She hesitantly questioned with two thumbs pointing towards the sky.

Karen pondered the question for a few lingering moments as she checked herself out through a stationary mirror attached to the wall. "Hmm... No," A frown formed on her face when she considered the knee-length jeans she was wearing. "This bottom could be a lot sexier. You think you could get something shorter?"

"You think you could get something shorter?" Atlee silently mocked under her breath.

"I heard that you know."

"No, you didn't!" Atlee blurted and moved to push Karen back into the booth. "Now get back in there! You're bringing us unwanted attention!" She referenced the growing accumulation of passing customers, slowing their paces to steal glances towards the curvy woman, a massive bust strutting around in a tight top.

Karen dismissively shrugged. "Meh, let them look. That's all they'll be able to do anyway."

"Yeah? Well," Atlee shoved Karen back into the booth and drew the door closed. "That's not what you were saying a few moments ago."

"People can change their minds," Karen responded from behind the door.

"Pfft, yeah." Atlee grumbled, "I guess."

---

"Oh, she's one of those..." Sam seethed to himself, a faint red glow beginning to boil over his head, with steam following not too far behind.

"One of those?" I questioned.

"A cock tease... The worst of the worst... You think it's a coincidence that the moment we started taking notice, her friend is all like 'Oh, can we just go now?' It's cause she's a cock tease! Or a cockblocker? Probably both."

"Dude, take what you can get, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Seriously, these chicks are superhuman levels of sexy!"

"Yeah, but... Look at her," Sam's eyes trailed behind the dark-haired teen as she carried herself away from our current positions.

My eyes followed her at a lower level; keeping her ass in view, I studied the shapely rear contained behind a summer bottom shift with each step she took. "Oh, I'm looking alright."

He ignored my comment, with his gaze still in focus. "I bet she's actually a super overt lesbian pervert to the tenth degree, who also has a massive crush on her busty blond friend." He leaned against the back wall and sighed. "Which would explain why she's getting so jelly."

"Oh, god." I felt a slight sensation of heat surging to my groin. "I wish that were true; it would be hot as hell!" I said moments before that sensation in my groin shifted to my head. I felt a miniature stink in my brain for a few moments causing me to stagger a bit internally.

"How would that be hot? Her jealousy is preventing any possible voyeur attempt we could make. Cockblocking in it's purest state I tell ya!"

"Well.. It's not really jealousy per se. She just doesn't want random perverts ogling her friend, which is an entirely valid concern."

Sam raised his hand ever so slightly, "Okay, okay, wait! Who's side are you on right now?"

"I.. Eh... I..." My mouth fumbled for any words that could be put together into a conceivable sentence.

"I see the problem here," Sam's voice lowered. "You just need to stop thinking with your brain and start thinking with your dick. So on that note, what is your dick telling you?"

"It's telling me that it doesn't like where this conversation is heading..."

"And mine is telling me that we need to get as many candid shots of that big boobed blonde before she struts out of our lives forever!" He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled my face in close to whisper. "So, let me tell you the gameplan."

---

"So let me tell you the gameplan!"

"What?"

"Aye now!" Harley interjected abruptly. "I've been working on this shit during the whole drive here! So hear me out."

"Pfffff," Pamela released a minuscule gust of exasperated air from between her lips.

"Hear me out!"

"Fine, whatever. But we are not changing the name."

"Hehehehe, okay, check it!" Harley clapped her hands twice, causing the lights in the truck to dim.

Pamela cocked her head, "What's going on?"

"Shushhhhhhhhhhhh! And listen well," Harley reached towards the ceiling and pulled down a projector screen.

"Did you actually make a presentation?"

"Uhh," Harley fumbled through her pocket in search of something, "Yeah? How else would I be able to demonstrate the plan for our heist?"

Pamela dumbfoundedly gawked at Harley for a few seconds as the gears in her brain chugged to process what the clown said. "Wait a minute!" She clapped her own hands, causing the lights to come back on. "When did we say we're pulling a heist?"

"You did," Harley responded while pulling out a projector from her pocket.

"In the middle of the day? In the same city as the Flash? In a mall populated by thousands of people? Did I also mention that the Flash lives in Central City!? Because he does."

"I know..." Harley leaned against the counter and rested her head between her hands. "He's such a dreamy charmer of a man." She purred.

"Reall?"

"But he ain't got nothing on Bats. Oh gosh, the things I'd do to him if given a chance! Whoooey!"

"Okay," Pamela rolled her eyes. "So you're subconsciously trying to get us caught to fill some fantasy of yours. Good to know."

"What!? Noo!" Harley crossed her arms below her chest and pouted. "You said we were coming here to make money'h so I-"

"Assumed I meant we'd rob the place?"

"Exactly!"

"No," Pamela sashayed over to the closed truck's window and reached down towards the handle to pull the gate upwards, flooding the interior of the truck with the outside air. "I meant we'd make money legitimately. By selling to them!" She stuck a slender hand out the open window towards the dozen customers walking in and out of the mall.

Harley's eyes widened in realization, "Oahhh, I see... But, a'h heist would be much more fun!"

Pamela sighed.

---

Atlee sighed.

This whole situation is beginning to become a bit ridiculous. Sure, she might have brought it upon herself by egging Karen on with the absurd prospect of getting her to walk around in clothes that were clearly not designed with her curvy figure in mind. But that was the whole joke; she would try to get Karen to walk around in tight clothing, and see how far her friend would go before the embarrassment was too much. It was all in good fun, and if Karen, for some reason, decided to go through with Atlee's stupid bet, she'd stop it before things got too out of hand.

But now, Atlee can't begin to understand what's going on. Karen is forcing her to find slutty outfits? She can't remember a single time her mentor turned best friend has ever brought up that word in a positive light.

But now Karen's doing this crap with a straight face. If her friend's trying to get back at her for being a joking brat, she has succeeded. Cause now all Atlee wants is to-

Another ripple passed by, causing Atlee to halt in place as she was bent forward, in the process of picking up a folded article of clothing from the table below her. A few strands of jet black hair swayed through the tender gust of air that she was unable to perceive.

-To pick out the sexiest set of clothes imaginable! So what if Karen's acting a bit odd? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Atlee has dreamed of the moment her beloved Pee Gee would grace her with the chance to pick out her wardrobe! And this is her chance! Her chance to find something so arousing she'll never forget the image of Karen's creamy curvaceous body from her memory!

Dropping the bottom she was initially going to give Karen, Atlee moved to the section of clothing three sizes too short for her beautiful Pee Gee. Oh god, she can feel her nipples hardening by the mear thought alone. Imagining Karen attempting to squeeze her developed bubbly ass into these tight shorts is too much for her to handle.

Drool began to visible seep from between the tanned raven-haired teen's mouth as she sorted through all the small summer bottoms like a kid in a candy store. All the possible outcomes for Karen to wear! She squeezed her thighs together a bit her bottom lip as a wave of pleaser passed through her.

"Forget the pants," She moaned in through the heat of passion. Bringing her hands to her chest, she lightly squeezed her nipples through her tank top, imagining it was Karen, rewarding her for her excellent behavior. "I'm gonna make you look as sexy as hell, my beautiful Pee Gee!" Atlee licked her lips as she spotted the lingerie isle in the distance.

---

"Peachy Pie!!"

"Huh?" Karen furrowed her brown in confusion, the voice sounded as if it came from Atlee, but she has never heard her friend address her in such a way before.

Atlee bounced up to the changing booth, causing her own supple breasts to jiggle like jello. She pressed her body up against the door, squeezing her tits unto the hardwood. "Or should I say, Pee Gee?" She breathed lightly with arousal.

"Yeah, you definitely shouldn't say that," Karen pushed the door open ever so slightly and stuck her head out. "Are you okay, Atlee?" Her face was etched with concern, "You seem to be a bit... Off?"

"Ahh..." Atlee beamed with the attention her beloved was giving her. "I couldn't be better if I tried!" Reaching out a hand, she cupped Karen's cheek, her eyes glazed over with passion.

"Um... Okay?" Karen grabbed Atlee's hand cautiously and pushed it away. "So did you get-"

"Ooo! I got a bunch of stuff for you to try on!" She turned around and bent down to face the stool she placed a pile of clothing on. Leaning forward, without bending her knees Atlee was hoping beyond hope her dear Pee Gee was enjoying the view, she gently shook her ass as she deliberately took as long as possible to recover the clothing she put down. "And I can help you try them on if you need help in there!" Atlee spun around with the speed of a speedster and attempted to jump into the changing room.

"Oh no," Karen stuck out a hand to stop Atlee's forward charge. Which only managed to stall her since she accidentally stuck her hand into Atlee's chest, causing her hand sink between the tanned girl's cleavage. "I'm good, but thanks. This stuff looks really sexy too!" Karen held up a string bikini top. "You did great!"

"Ohh..." Atlee brought her arms together to squeeze her breasts against each other. Relishing in the feeling of her beloved's holy hands touching her tit's. Even Karen's simple adoration was enough to make her faint, but that was honestly overkill. "T- Thank you!" She moaned

"I'll try these on," Karen said before closing the changing booth's door shut.

Atlee stood back, with her thighs gently rubbing against each other, she couldn't wait to see Pee Gee's busty form struggle to contain themselves within the fabric.

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FLASH MISSING VANISHES IN CRISIS

Iris West-Allen Thursday, April 25, 2019

'The Flash is a hero to us all, even for those who do not respect the work that he has done over the years, it would be a blatant lie for one to claim that he has not assisted the world in one way or another. And even if in today's time, we have more heroes to cover the void he left behind, it could be argued that we don't need him anymore...' Iris paused her typing and leaned back, her mouth was full of words to put down. Still, her heart was having trouble transitioning it into something acceptable for the general public. "I need him..." She mumbled to herself. "And I need a break from this!"

Iris pushed her office chair away from the desk and stood up, with it being a warm summer day, she could go out for some ice cream. Something, anything to get her mind off from her husband's sudden vanish. Besides, he'll be back; she can feel it. He always comes back to her.

She was moments away from stepping out of her office, but after reaching for her phone, she felt it buzz. After swiping through her phone for a bit, she saw a message from Caitlin.

'Hey Iris, I know you've been busy lately, but if you want something to take your mind off of... You know who, we could use your help with something we're working on.'

Iris mused for a few seconds, and shrugged; Barry would have jumped in to help in a heartbeat, so why shouldn't she?

'Sure thing! Should I meet you at the lab?'

After a few seconds, Iris got a response.

'Actually no, we have a metahuman problem, and we think he just needs someone to talk to him.'

'Oh?' Iris replied, 'Who is he?'