The Super to the rescue!

The Superintendent struggled to pull away from the wall, but it was no use! Her blouse and trousers were stuck fast! And, due to the split in her trousers, her purple panties were stuck as well.

Obviously, there was no way out of the situation. The Super watched gloomily as her companion, Amy, strode out onto the catwalk, wearing a long, midnight blue dress that swirled around her ankles. She looked confident, strong and sexy, with her makeup perfect and not a hair out of place.

"Excellent," said one of the blue aliens, steepling its fingers, of which it had six. "She doesn't suspect a thing."

"Little does she realise," said another alien, "that her dress is made from Denebian shysilk. As soon as it detects that enough people are paying attention to it, it'll get nervous and run away."

"Which means," said a third alien, "that she'll be left at the end of the catwalk, in front of the crowd and all of the cameras, without any clothes on at all."

"Ha ha ha," said the first alien.

Oh, no, thought the Superintendent. Amy was walking right into a trap! She was going to end up stark naked on stage, and people were going to take pictures! Lots of pictures! And it would be all the Super's fault!

She couldn't let it happen. Luckily, her galactically powerful brain had managed to think of a way out of the static cling. It wasn't pretty, but it would do the job. Well, she supposed, some people might consider it pretty, given the degree of attractiveness possessed by her current physical form, but she wasn't one of them.

She began to unbutton her blouse.

"Hey," said the first alien, nudging its friends. "Look at this. The Superintendent is taking her clothes off."

"We did not expect this," said the second alien. "Oh no. She has cleverly outwitted us."

"At least she is pretty," the third alien said, watching with interest as the Super shrugged the blouse of her shoulders and stood before them in her trousers and purple bra covered with little green exclamation marks. "What a shame we are not recording this."

"But we are," said the first alien, pointing to several cameras arranged around the studio. The Super's image appeared on several monitors as she reluctantly shimmied her trousers down her rounded hips. Now wearing only her bra and panties, she tugged experimentally at the latter garment, and found it was still stuck to the wall.

She bit her lip, feeling the eyes of the amused aliens creeping across her increasingly bare body. But she had to soldier on. It was her duty as a Time Warden.

She hooked her thumbs into her stuck panties and, slowly, with lots of interesting wiggles and contortions, managed to peel herself out of them. The cameras whirred as the whole process was recorded for posterity.

"I can see your pussy," said the first alien, helpfully. The Super clapped both hands between her legs and said "No you can't!" in a tone of voice that was supposed to be commanding. She stood before them in nothing but her bra, covering her sex with her hands, bottom and thighs bare, feeling the heat spring to her cheeks as the monitors showed from every angle. This wasn't the kind of adventure a Time Warden was supposed to have.

"Um," she said. "Which way is the catwalk?"

The first alien licked its lips.

"I'll tell you," it said. "And maybe you'll get there in time to save your friend. On one condition."