With an almost imperceptible scraping sound, the acoustic tile shifted to create a gap in the ceiling. A figure slipped through that gap, dropping down into the silent darkness of the offices with only another barely noticeable sound to mark its arrival. It moved swiftly and quietly through the maze of cubicles, a shadow among shadows, stalking with quiet purpose as it headed towards a single desk.
The figure stopped as it reached its destination. Quietly, it removed a set of tools from a low-slung utility belt and unlocked first one drawer, then another. Only the tiniest of clicks betrayed the action. A moment later, there was another tiny click and a beam of light broke the darkness, sweeping over one document after another, looking for something that the silent figure knew must be there...
The lights came on. "That's, um...that's a new look for you," WildRose said, breaking the silence with a sentence she was already mentally reeling back into her mouth. She was hoping for something a little more intimidating for her opening line, maybe something kind of cute and witty like 'Even Angels fall when I'm done with them,' but as always, her mouth was moving just a little bit faster than her brain and she said the first thing that popped into her head.
The woman she was waiting for spun around, an expression of shock on her face. Her close-cropped dark hair made her gray eyes look even wider as she stared at WildRose in wary confusion. She tensed her body, the metal claws at her fingertips glinting as they popped out from her dark grey gloves. She wore a top that matched the gloves, chosen to blend into the shadows, with only a light gray halo and wings stenciled over the chest to break up the uniformity of the outfit. Her boots were gray, even her utility belt was gray...
But she wasn't wearing any pants.
No underpants, either. From the waist to the knees, she was completely nude, her crotch shaved clean so that WildRose could see her smooth and glistening mound. She'd fought plenty of female criminals who tried to use their sexuality to distract enemies; but even by those standards, this was definitely an unusual sartorial choice for a supervillainess.
"You're the Dirty Angel, right?" she asked, as much to buy time as anything else. Sharpe had already gone over all the likely candidates for the recent rash of thefts at Genefit corporate offices, and she'd included plenty of pictures of everyone WildRose was likely to run into on her stakeout. Admittedly, none of them looked quite like this, but...
"I thought you'd reformed," she said, talking quickly to cover her uncertainty. She didn't like it when weird shit happened while she was on the case; it never turned out to be something she could just ignore. "Thought the Justice Underground got you away from the whole 'rob from the rich, give to yourself' shtick and on to socially acceptable crimes like vigilantism. Guess I was wrong, huh?"
The Angel glanced around anxiously, her body tense with a strange nervous energy that was weirding WildRose right the fuck out. She wished her partner Sharpe had been able to get that wireless camera working, just so that she didn't think WildRose was completely nuts. "You don't understand," the Angel muttered, her hand absently drifting down between her legs. For a second it looked like those claws were going to do a little inadvertent damage, but she slid them back in as she began to rub her shining pussy.
And it was shining, WildRose noticed. So were her thighs. The other woman's crotch was practically coated in slick fluids, the liquid slowly trickling from her labia to roll slowly down her legs. Every time she moved, she smeared it into a sticky mess that made her body gleam and glisten under the harsh office lighting. WildRose didn't consider herself sexually inexperienced...or untalented for that matter. But she had never even seen a woman that goddamn wet, let alone made it happen.
Which meant that they were well into weird shit. "Sharpe," she said sotto voce, letting her throat mike pick up the subvocalized words, "poke around for any mind-controlling supervillains active in Samson City right now. Emphasis on anyone with an ability and/or interest in inducing intense arousal, maybe exhibitionism. I know she's got a rep for seducing her opponents, but I don't think Dirty Angel is acting like this by herself." In a louder voice, she said, "What don't I understand? Is someone making you do this?"
"No, it's not-" The Dirty Angel looked down for a fraction of a second in surprise, and pulled her hand away. "You don't understand!" she said urgently. "I just, I need you to go away and let me think for a second!" She snarled in frustration, rubbing her thighs together in what looked like a purely unconscious motion. "Goddamn it, I just need to find out where they moved the, the thing, the project, the..." She reached down and began fingering herself again, humping her hand with sudden urgency. "FUCK!"
"Ohhhhh...kaaaaay..." WildRose muttered, edging slowly away from the other woman before she even realized she was doing it. She forced herself to stop, then to move closer instead. Angel Lady might be crazy, but WildRose had fought crazier. Hell, her therapist would probably argue she *was* crazier. "Sharpe, I need some answers here," she muttered quietly but sharply. "Something's seriously wrong with this chick. She's half-naked, and she's playing with herself in the middle of committing a major felony. That can't be a deliberate decision on her part, right?"
Sharpe's voice finally crackled in her ear. "It's certainly not her usual M.O.," she replied in wry tones. "The only problem is, we have no suspects. Sangria was spotted in Belgium three hours ago, MistressMind and Technophile are both doing a stretch in the Tomb's ubermax wing, Cobra Queen is being kept under heavy sedation by Doctor Frontier, and Professor Psycho is missing presumed dead after that incident with the Darkwarp Concordance. I could go on, but you get the idea. Everyone's accounted for."
