All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Written with the excellent mids.
Super Sluts was one of the most popular strip clubs in the city. After all, in a world where superheroines were a regular appearance on the evening news, in a city where one only had to look up to see one flying around in a too-short skirt or a too-tight leotard, it stirred the imagination. And Super Sluts hired women almost as hot as the real thing, dancing on stage, flirting with the customers, and always eager to be taken to the back room.
Every time Kiyoka Santos, secretly the infamous superheroine Thot Cat, passed by that seedy, shady looking strip-shack, only one thing was on her mind.
All those superheroes advertised on the brick of that building... But where is THOT CAT! 💢 Life wasn't fair!
She started going out of her way after school was out just to pass by it again each day, fuming and giving a little cutesy stomp on the ground each time she looked at that cat-less wall. Something had to give, here! It had been THIRTY-FOUR WHOLE DAYS since she had first seen it, and they STILL hadn't had a Thot Cat stripper! Kiyoka had already gotten herself locked inside the vault of a bank during a robbery, been taken hostage by the Dairy Darling, and accidentally burned down half the pier trying to stop some guys from smoking weed under it! She HAD to be noticed soon, right...?
But no. They'd had a month already to take notice, and they'd still done nothing. It was obvious to even Thot Cat that she had to take matters into her own hands. She had to BECOME the stripper...! As soon as the idea popped into her head she immediately accepted it. Dressed in her custom (ordered off Amazon) superheroine gear, she headed toward the club. Her costume consisted primarily of the dark panties and bra, the top having an adorable cutout in the shape of a cat's head that gave a tantalizing view of her inner cleavage. It'd fit perfectly a month ago, but in the growth spurt since then, it now squeezed on her breasts extra tight, her breasts struggling to spill out from the top and bottom at the same time. There was also matching thigh-highs and gloves, and of course the cat-ear headband; couldn't be a Thot Cat without that, could you? Same went for the bell collar and tail. At first, the tail had been the worst part of the costume, but after weeks of wearing it all the time, Kiyoka loving swishing it around, loved the tingles it gave her insides when she did.
However, she wasn't alone in this sleazy adventure of hers. Misa Higashi, the college journalist hellbent on getting that prized photograph of Thot Cat, was in tow right behind her even as she made her way towards the side entrance of the strip club.
"HEY! Where do you think
you're
going, Thot Cat?!" The sightly older, slightly bustier student called out to the panty-clad teen as she skipped down the dreary alleyway. Misa was 5'2, almost a full head taller than Kiyoka, fluffy brunette hair that cascaded down her back in contrast to Kiyoka's tiny twintails, and even though she did her best to not dress provocatively, nothing worked. Today it was the school uniform, black leggings, and a large sweater over that. But even with three layers there was no hiding just how cute her face was with the rosy cheeks and button nose, and her sweater was still pushed out far from her chest, hiding away one of the largest, shapeliest pairs of tits in all of the city.
"Oh, hey! It's the Journo-girl!" Thot Cat said with a big smile, shaking her little tush around to make her limp tail swish about.
The two girls attended the same college campus, and Misa was absolutely convinced that Kiyoka Santos and Thot Cat were one and the same, and she was determined to prove it to the world. She didn't understand why she was having so much trouble with it though! Thot Cat didn't even wear a mask! She'd shown one picture of Kiyoka in a bikini and another of Thot Cat in her ridiculous lingerie to the college's newspaper editor, but he'd been unconvinced.
"I dunno, Thot Cat has bigger titties, don't you think?"
"That... the bikini was from summer, and she just grew since then! And look! The face!"
"Yeah, but Kiyoka wears a ponytail, and Thot Cat has twin tails."
It was hopeless. So if Misa was going to get to the bottom of things, she'd need to catch Thot Cat right in the act. "What even is this place?
"Well, this Super-Sluts™️ place has a SERIOUS lack of Thot Cat, so I'm gonna go AUDITION!"" She did a little pose, but not too fast—Misa was pulling out her camera! She grabbed the doorknob of the club and flung it open, hiding herself behind it with a giggle.
Click.
All Misa got was that nasty looking door with a beaten-up "SKANKS WANTED" sign on the front.
"Nice try, Mimi!" Thot Cat tapped on the little piece of paper underneath the first one : 🚫 📸 NO PHOTOS!
"I thought you were alll about ruuuules? Meowwahahaa!" Thot Cat shut the door and skipped her way towards the office inside. Misa couldn't let Thot Cat get away! She was SO CLOSE now... But rules were rules, and Misa was most certainly not going to get caught! She'd have to play this slow, weasel her way into the strip club... And right when Thot Cat realizes what a disgusting, degenerate place this is? She'll use her powers, and Misa will be there to finally take that picture for the school newspaper she's been craving for months!
(Editor's Note: Other than having thirteen pounds of all-natural titflesh that could effortlessly defy gravity even while naked, Thot Cat has no superpowers.)
Thot Cat slid into view of the open office door on her little oversized paw-shoes, doing jazz hands with her kitty-gloves with a big grin on her face.
"Hey, mister boss man! I saw you were lacking a CERTAIN SUPERHERO..." She raised her brows up and down comically. "... So this CERTAIN SUPERHERO is here to fill in until you find a WORRRRTHY replacement for her." She inspected her paw-glove like she was checking for dirt under her nails like a prissy star. She sauntered on in and quickly extended a hand out rapidly in greeting. Her tits wobbled from the sudden jerk forward, and they remained jiggling in that tiny little cat-cutout top of hers even as she waited for the handshake back.
"Name's Thot Cat... But you should already know that! Meow! Nice to meetcha, Mister Boss-man!"
The click-clack of schoolgirl loafers could be heard down the hall. A moment later and Misa slid into the view of the doorway just like the 'superheroine' did.
"WAIT, WAIT! Don't you dare start yet! I'm ..." She gulped and straightened out her skirt, then made the single worst decision of her life. "... I am auditioning, too!"
The "Boss Man" wore sunglasses indoors. They went well with his craggy face, scruffy facial hair, and the thick cigar he had bit between his teeth. He was in his early 50s, hair slicked back and died black, while he wore an expensive leather jacket over a cheap shirt, the front unbuttoned to let some of his thick chest hair spill out.
His eyes immediately glued themselves to their bodies, roaming up over Thot Cat's exposed figure, but appreciating Misa's superior curves too. Good thing for the sunglasses.