Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the focus in this storyline is most definitely the latter.
And as always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.
DAY SIX: THE FINAL PIECES FALL INTO PLACE
As Poison Ivy cradled the black telephone after her call, she allowed a small smile to spread across the edges of her pale, glossy lips. She had been able to tell the unqualified success of her plan from the richness of Amazonian Woman's voice. This was a woman who was on a sexual high, and Venus knew exactly what that had meant. Clearly, her plant had done its work.
She had also been able to form a clear view from the breathless warmth in Amazonian Woman's voice that the Superheroine had been pleased to receive her call, clearly associating the strong, sexual sensations that the plant had aroused in her, with the woman who had supplied it.
When creating the plant, as only she could, Venus had not only secreted the Substance AG chemical in its pores but she had also implanted a strong aroma of Wonderman, knowing the direction that would take Amazonian Woman's thoughts. And to complete the delicious mixture, she had infused the plant with her own sweet scent, knowing that the images created would ensure that she and Wonderman would be the two people that Amazonian Woman would fantasise about whilst utilising the plant.
For her trap to work with the most senior of the Superheroines, Venus knew that she had to take a risk. Allowing Amazonian Woman to imbibe herself in such a way would make her vulnerable to any sort of sexual situation, especially should her and Wonderman's paths cross before Venus met her again. But that was a risk she had to take, and now she was in a position to implement her plan.
She knew that the orgasms Amazonian Woman would have given herself by using her plant would have weakened her powers, but was also aware that it was necessary for the involvement of another being to successfully take her powers away from her. That was the role that Raven had assigned her. And that was the task she would give herself so much pleasure in carrying out.
As yet, she was unclear on exactly how to carry out the seduction. That much could only be determined by circumstances and despite Amazonian Woman's state of arousal, experience had taught Venus to take nothing for granted.
She would circle her prey once Amazonian Woman arrived at her apartment, play with her mind, and only then would she feel in a position to execute her trap. But at least she was clear on her instrument of 'execution', she thought, the smile returning to her soft, pale lips.
It had not been that difficult. Raven had arranged for a couple of armed heavies to rob a small drug store, the idea being for the two of them to rough up the four staff who worked there, with a threat to 'take care' of the attractive young female assistant.
Whilst holding the others at gun point, the two of them explained in some detail what they intended doing to the girl and emphasised the point by stroking her fabulous young body through her white, store uniform. That much was straightforward enough, the plan had been a deliberately basic one. The men were given their instructions as to how far they could go and they were sufficiently experienced to make the whole exercise look real enough.
The next step was the difficult one, ensuring that the news reached Feline Woman just too late for her to prevent the two making their getaway.
That would allow the second part of their plan to be put into action and that was to turn Lucas into an instant hero. To do so, split second precision was a necessity and by following Huntergirl's suggestions, they made sure that the Feline Superheroine was called into action just late enough to allow the scene to conclude itself.
Lucas walked in on the robbery, apparently by accident, and made himself an instantaneous star by tackling the two men. Whilst he naturally came off second best, the heavies were under orders not to carry out any real harm to him and to escape from the premises with their haul of money and drugs left behind as a result of Lucas's intervention.
That way, not only had Lucas prevented the robbery, and appeared as if he had taken a beating for it, he had also prevented the grateful young assistant from a fate she had not dared contemplate.
The grateful staff were in the process of helping him recover from his injuries when Feline Woman arrived and after waiting for the police and providing them with a full description, he modestly insisted that he wanted no publicity. He left the building a little later, with Feline Woman offering to walk him to get a taxi. That was exactly what he wanted.
As they hit the street, he stumbled and Feline Woman grabbed his arm to steady him. As she did so, he kissed her on her left cheek.
"What?" she began, turning her head towards him, only to find he kissed her on the right cheek.
As her eyes blazed with anger, he laughed and held his hands up.
"Guilty as charged," he said, smiling softly. "I've never met a Superheroine and i stole two kisses."
He held out his hands, holding them together in a mock pose in case she wanted to handcuff him.
"I'll go quietly," he said.
For some reason Feline Woman felt a sudden arousal flash through her, and any anger she had immediately vanished into the night air. She laughed.
It would not be long before Melissa had planned to leave the Headquarters' building, with BlackCat Girl, but before that moment arrived, she was wickedly determined to test out the young girl who seemed to so perfectly co-ordinate the Super hero and heroine activities. The curvaceous, twenty year old had plenty of attitude, a quality Melissa loved, and had recently displayed an almost defiant manner whenever Melissa had any sort of contact with her.
That only made the diminutive, young seductress even more determined to tame the stunning young, blonde woman. She had frequently licked her lips as Holly had blatantly flaunted her figure, with the section of waist that displayed the delicious dove-like belly button ring habitually on show. And as for the thrusting cleavage that occasionally threatened to burst out of one of her low cut tops, and those perfect, shapely, peach-like buttocks...
But of even more interest was the knowledge that after her interview with BlackCat Girl, she had watched the young Superhero head for the recording room. Following her, Melissa had seen BlackCat Girl enter then quickly leave the room and before going after her, she had snuck up to peek through the crack in the recording room door. To her delight, she had seen the unsuspecting twenty-year old use her hands to hurriedly finish what it appeared she had started during the interview.
Now Melissa was the voyeur and she watched for the few seconds it took Holly to reach her orgasm, after which she made her way towards BlackCat Girl's room just as the blonde young assistant began to recover. Since then, the sexy young girl had given Melissa surreptitious glances every now and again, especially when Melissa had been displaying some flesh of her own, and she thought that if her instincts were correct, she could indulge herself before returning to Raven Towers.
She had successfully maintained BlackCat Girl's arousal throughout her short stay, and had convinced the Superheroine that her loss of powers was virus induced and that the two of them should go off together on a short break. But that was for a little later.
As BlackCat Girl slept after another heavy session with Melissa, the diminutive seductress prepared to test her intuition with the young, blonde girl. Holly was by herself in the main rest area, her feet tucked under her as she watched the television, when Melissa slid into the room wearing a thigh length plain dress, specifically chosen for the occasion.
"Hi," she purred, leaning over and kissing the young assistant on the cheek before she knew what was happening.
Holly pulled away, making a point of wiping the kiss from her face. Too late, thought Melissa with an inward grin. Too late.
"Where's BlackCat Girl?" the grumpy young woman responded
"Sleeping. I think this virus has really taken it out of her."
"Hmmm," mumbled Holly petulantly. "I bet."
"Meaning?" asked Melissa, flopping down onto the opposite side of the couch to the young woman.
She took a sip of her coffee and set down the mug on the glass table in front of them. Holly looked at Melissa with some disdain, raising her eyebrows as if to suggest that diminutive woman opposite her knew exactly what it was she was referring to.
Melissa was amused and decided, for the moment, to let it go. In fact this might create the perfect opportunity...
"You sound cross with me?" she asked.